Natural Success Newsletter

Words from William

This Newsletter Contains:

• Create Your Destiny Live with William Whitecloud
• Introducing our Natural Success Affiliate Program: Share the Magic and Earn!
• William’s Story – from Desperation to Destiny

Create Your Destiny

As we step into the new year, I bring you the exciting news that holds the promise of igniting your creative power. 

Our flagship training, Create Your Destiny (also known as the second chance in life), is making a dynamic return, and this time, I will be leading the journey in a 5-day live online format myself. 

This marks a significant milestone as I have traditionally conducted Create Your Destiny over six weeks online or five days in person. Now, for the first time, I am bringing the magic of this foundational training to you directly,to you directly, in this new format, live and online.

It’s an opportunity to immerse yourself in the transformative teachings and power of creative development, learning from my expertise. Mind you – it’s creative development and not personal development, because there is nothing personal when it comes to truly creating and living the lives we love. 

In fact, when we identify too much with our limited personalities (or certain aspects of them) we just create more of what we don’t want. 

Personal development in general focuses on fixing something either within us (e.g. belief clearing, getting yourself in a flow state, etc) or outside of us – such as working on our circumstances. In creative development, I teach how to create without fixing ourselves, because let’s face it – we are not broken.

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Dates to Mark in Your Calendar:

United Kingdom/Europe Timezone: April 10th – 14th, 12 pm – 8.30 pm  UK time

It’s completely free for newcomers, but if you have been enrolled two or more times before a fee will be charged.

Ready to Join the Journey? Here’s How:

Registration for Create Your Destiny will officially open 2-3 weeks before the course begins. However, you can secure your spot on the Waiting List now and be among the first to receive updates.

Join the Create Your Destiny Waiting List

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Feel free to share this incredible opportunity with friends and family ready to embark on a transformative journey. The more, the merrier! And if you would love an opportunity to make money while sharing the love, you can become an affiliate. But more on this below…

Share the Love, Share the Wealth – Become a Natural Success Affiliate!

As we gear up for the extraordinary journey of Create Your Destiny, we’d love to introduce a fantastic opportunity for you to not only transform lives but also earn while doing it. Yes, you heard it right – welcome to the Natural Success Affiliate Program!

Why Become an Affiliate?

We believe that sharing the magic of Natural Success is a collective endeavor, and we want you to be a part of it. As an affiliate, you play a crucial role in extending the transformative experience to a broader audience. Plus, you get to enjoy some fantastic perks:

50% Commission: For every Alchemy for Success (our advanced course) purchase made through your referrals, you take home a phenomenal 50% commission. It’s not just about sharing the love; it’s about earning while spreading the magic.

Supporting the Community: By becoming an affiliate, you contribute to the growth and expansion of the Natural Success community. It’s a win-win – for you and for the incredible individuals you’ll be introducing to our transformative offerings.

Simply follow the link below to sign up and get ready to embark on this exciting journey with us:

Join the Natural Success Affiliate Program

https://www.naturalsuccess.io/NSaffiliate 

Let’s continue creating not just for today but for a lifetime. Thank you for being a part of our incredible community, and we look forward to the making of 1 million magicians with your support. 

From Desperation to Destiny

You may have read my story in my third book – Secrets of Natural Success… but this isn’t just my story; it’s a testament to the incredible power of focus and the exploration it set me on.

You see, there was a time in my life when I thought the best I could do was figure out the rules as best I could and follow them to the best of my ability. 

My life consisted of drinking and rugby, conversations about politics, picking up girls, gossip, being a diligent worker, saving for a house—whatever it was, I was ill-suited to it, like a fish out of water. 

Mercifully, something terrible happened to put an end to the pretence that I was born to work 9 to 5 doing whatever society deemed as “the thing to be in”—or any of the other bullshit. I became extremely unwell. Over a ten-year period, I slid deeper and deeper into the grip of a mysterious illness. To this day nobody has ever matched my condition with a known clinical pathology. Symptomatically, it was as if aliens had visited me in my sleep and sucked my own substance out of me, leaving only the shell of my outer body.

All of me was gone. I lost my mind. I couldn’t remember anything, sometimes not even my own name. I was hallucinating every waking moment of my life, and many days I had tension headaches so bad that it felt as though some demonic force was using a wire garrote to slice through my skull and strangle my brain.

If you can imagine suffering from a permanent hangover, that’s how I felt: no energy, bilious, crummy, fevered. Blisters and scabs covered my body as I wilted into a listless and emaciated version of my former self. 

The most painful aspect of my condition was the sense of alienation I felt. No one could relate to what was happening to me; no one could tell me what was wrong with me. Though the medical establishment ran every test in the book and turned me inside out, there was no diagnosis, and thereby no prescription, no treatment. The best anyone could think of was to suggest that I pull myself together and, when I wasn’t able to do that, right at the end, give me some deathbed counselling. 

At that point of my life (or should I say death?) the only thing I had energy for was alarm. I became a concentrated ball of fearfulness. In my waking nightmare I was a piece of human garbage being shipped out of town in a refuse truck, my feeble cries for help unanswered by the living, functioning members of society, who wanted no part in any mess, human or otherwise. 

But then, eventually, my resistance to being ejected from this world gave way to resignation. Hanging on in abject desperation became too painful. The white-haired deathbed counsellor sitting at the foot of my bed was starting to make sense with her talk of my letting go and heading towards the light. After her final visit, I shuffled out of my apartment and into a park across the road to consider her morbid counsel. 

I sat down forlornly on a park bench and began savouring all the bittersweet manifestations of life around me. 

An obscenely fit young man sat down next to me. His robust appearance only made me more depressed. Ignoring my body language, which strongly urged him to leave me alone, he introduced himself with a cheerful grin. His name was Greg. He steamrolled me into a conversation, and inevitably we were soon talking about what was wrong with me. As I divulged more and more about my condition, Greg surprised me by becoming increasingly fascinated by what I told him. And then he totally floored me by claiming that he not only knew exactly what was wrong with me, but that he had suffered from the very same condition. At first I was sceptical, but the more he told me about his own experience, the more convinced I became that his claim was true. He described the affliction to a T, including the physical, emotional, and psychological symptoms, and the slow perplexing slide from being mildly unwell to ending up an absolute wreck. 

Oh my god, what a sweet relief to finally meet someone who understood what I was going through! And who could validate my condition as a legitimate ailment. As if meeting someone who could relate to me wasn’t amazing enough, he went on to promise me that he had cured himself and that he could give me the prescription to instantly bounce back to normal health. 

Imagine, though, how my hopes were dashed the moment he gave me the prescription. The cure, he told me, was eating red meat, drinking white wine with dinner, and smoking two cigarettes and drinking one or two coffees every day. That was a horrifying concept. The full weight of both the medical and alternative health establishments had me fully enrolled in avoiding all toxic substances, most especially the ingredients Greg was proposing. By then I was living on boiled cabbage, purified water, and a vast array of vitamins and Chinese herbs. 

Nevertheless, a single word began forming spontaneously deep in my bowels and gurgled up through my body uninhibited by my self-conscious resistance, until it exploded joyfully in my mind. YES! After all, what did I have to lose? If I was going to go, I might as well go enjoying a few last indulgences. I went straight from my meeting with Greg to the closest restaurant, which was finishing up their lunch service, and ordered a steak without sides, a glass of chardonnay, a coffee, and a packet of cigarettes. This was still in the days when you could smoke in restaurants, and looking back I realize I must have been quite a sight for the other diners—an emaciated, scabby man in grubby sweatpants and a T-shirt, eating and drinking and smoking as voraciously as a starved animal. 

Amazingly, and contrary to my honest expectations, Greg’s prescription worked. I bounced back to good health immediately. Sure, it took a few months to regain my former weight and for all the sores on my body to heal, but I came back to life almost instantly. My energy and wits were restored in days. I stopped hallucinating and the headaches went away. I was back in the world of the living, a walking miracle. Lazarus had nothing on me. It was such an incredible turnaround that the only way people who knew me could process it was by assuming that I had just been shirking the last ten years—that, in fact, there had never been anything wrong with me in the first place. But it had happened to me, and I knew that I’d been to hell and back. And I knew how unbelievably fortunate I was to have been snatched back from the jaws of death. 

Here’s the thing, though. This phenomenal experience had a huge effect on me and gave me pause for a lot of deep reflection. But I didn’t come away believing that there was any efficacy in Greg’s prescription. I never bought the theory that there were any properties in the meat and wine and caffeine and nicotine that had cured me. Something else dawned on me. The proverbial light went on in my mind. It occurred to me that the power was in me! There must be something about my focus that determined my experience in life. For a whole decade I had been obsessed with being sick, and running around ever more desperately trying to find the expert who could fix me, and all that happened was I kept sliding towards my deathbed, until eventually I was lying on it. And when I abandoned the effort to stop that slide, I was instantly restored to good health. That’s the connection I made—my eyes had been opened—and I became intensely curious as to how this mysterious principle worked. I wanted to learn how my focus created my reality, so that I could create my heaven on earth, rather than the hell I had been through for ten long, dreadful years.  

Intention is a very powerful force. Very quickly I attracted the teachings and teachers that could help me understand my new insight. Learning and applying what I learned woke me up to who I really am and what I’m positively capable of. I have spent over thirty years learning and refining everything I learned about how our focus creates our reality, and I hope that you are ready to receive the benefit of my research in Create Your Destiny. 

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Thank you for being a part of the world’s #1 Creative Orientation community…. Keep in touch and know that we love you!

Love and magic

William Whitecloud