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| That Something
(the mysterious secrets of success debunked)
Have you ever wondered why most success books state the secretes of success are hidden and requires intense effort to unlock them? This article and my commentaries in italics may help you understand the hidden danger of the popular philosophies of success. by Joe Holmes I received this article in 1964 and it began my quest to understand success. It is wonderfully written to promote what I call satan's success plan. I place it here to demonstrate the skill and method satan uses to entice us to believe in "That Something" You will notice that the actual steps to success in this article are not specific. I have added my comments in green text. To better understand this article I suggest you first read What is Success? "THAT SOMETHING" This happened a long, long time ago. I never see a man discouraged without thinking of that day. The sky wept. No rift of bright color broke the drabness of it. I thought the universe wept. That was my outlook. The very times were in misery. Men were out of work. I was one of them. I had slept the night before on the cold, cement floor of the city's jail. I slept as a tired dog sleeps, a dog worn out with a fruitless chase. All of the night before, I had walked, walked, and walked aimlessly looking only for food, shelter, and work. This could not last forever, so that night I had stumbled down the low, narrow hallway of the jail, and been let into a barred cell with a hundred others, and there I had lain as one dead, on the cold, hard floor. When we are discouraged and hopeless we are more open to satan's voice. Trials are God's tests to see who we will listen to and follow, Him or the devil. But it is of the day that followed that night in jail that you shall hear. For that was the day of my life. It was then that I found "That Something." My feet were very tired, My soul wept with the sky. I stood, as in a wilderness alone, on the corner of a great thoroughfare in a great city. And then a man stopped by my side. He was of my height and build. I caught a glimpse of his face. I thought that this man might have been myself, if-- But my present need drove out reflections. And so I laid my hand on his arm. "I am hungry," I said simply. He turned slowly and looked at me. First his gaze took in every detail of the outer man, from my water soaked cap to my poor, cracked shoes. And then, through my eyes, he seemed to search my soul. I stood there abashed, I laugh when I think of that now. But then it was different. "Well," he said presently, "Suppose you are fed, what then?" "You'd try?" he asked. "Yes, try," I answered, Although here is little chance. Nobody wants men now. I'll try, sir. But I don't care for that now. It's food I want. I'm hungry. Can you help me?"
"But you could feed me." I said, with some petulance in my voice. "It is not food that you need. 'THAT SOMETHING' is what you need." This is a common attitude and behavior of satan's plan. It subtly shuns the poor, refuses to give to them, and judges them. That they are only acceptable after they have learned the secrets. A man joined him. They began talking of matters mutual to them. I was shuffling away through the drizzling, miserable rain. Then he called me back, and handed me his card. Man, go find THAT SOMETHING," he said, "and when you've found it, come to me." "Come to you for what?" I asked. "To thank me," was his answer, and he and his friend passed on. I put the card into the pocket of my vest. There were two words that stuck in my memory. "THAT SOMETHING!" I fell to wondering. I turned into a pool room, and found a seat. I sat there thinking. The balls on the tables before me clicked nickels away from men who could ill afford the pleasure of the place. I sat there a long, long time. There was nowhere else to go. Ahead of me I saw another night in jail. Yet the day seemed longer than the night. Satan's success plan starts with a dream, a dream for wealth, then if we dream for wealth he provides a way to achieve it. It was warm in there. The hum of voices, the regular click, click, click of ivory, in time developed into a dull chorus of monotony. And then I fell asleep. I believe in God. I believe in miracles. I believe in visions as well. But it is only natural that I should have dreamed of "THAT SOMETHING" so perhaps it was neither miracle nor vision. You will think it a foolish dream. Yet it changed my life. That's reason enough for the telling. Satan wraps his message with good such as in this statement about God. See how he uses God to hide his plan for success and make it look like God endorses it. Consider 2 Corr. 11:14 And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Never forget that the devil has great powers and can appear to man, or bring dreams and visions ie. appear as light. You may laugh at it scornfully. Then my dream will do you no good. You may see in it what I saw. Then you will take your place with the masters of men. Another trick satan uses is to ridicule us if we do not believe in his plan, such as this comment making us feel we are not wise as the masters of man. Are not the masters of men the devil and his followers? There were once two men who went out to find gold. Each found what he sought. The one threw what he found back into the muddy stream the other recognized the gold for what is was. The one was a failure. The other a success. It is so in life. And this was my dream: God teaches us to seek his kingdom not gold. Seeking gold is another clue that this is a message from the devil not God. Again satan ridicules any who will not listen or will not put their hearts on gold as fools. I dreamed that I awoke! That is the more wonderful part of the dream. For in my dream, I realized that I had been asleep. A long, long sleep, from the very beginning of things. And I saw myself, there in the pool room, asleep. Then I saw myself start, my eyes opened, and I dreamed that I saw. He teaches us that we are asleep and must awake. This awake occurs when we begin a communication with him. Satan's plan requires that we learn to listen to "that something" without question. That something is the voice of satan to pay us and he teaches us to believe we are enlightened and superior to others because we have "that something". "What waked me?" I asked my dream. "You waked yourself," answered a voice nearby. Satan deceives us by making us think his voice is our mental powers and that he does not speak to us but it is our own thoughts, therefore we will not recognize his deception. I turned about, but no one was near. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am 'THAT SOMETHING'," came the reply. Again he teaches that "that something" is some mystical power within us so we do not recognize it is him. "But where are you?" "I am hidden in your soul!" Satan tells a truth, he is hidden in our soul. It is through our soul that satan communicates with us. he does not appear to us so we can see him as he has done numerous times in the scriptures, rather in a way that leads to believe he is within us. This way we think he is within us or is our self. He then makes us think it is our self that created this mystic power called "that something" Notice how there is not a step by step process to this success plan? Satan can only entrap us in it if we do not use enmity. If we do not recognize this fact we become blind to the power and influence of the devil. The soul is the medium to communicate to God or the devil depending upon what our heart is set upon. It is as if our soul is a telephone and the desires of our heart determines which one it dialed. When we dial there are only two ways to discern who we are listening to on the other end of the phone. If we recognize the desire of our heart, and second by understanding the enmity concept of understanding the trademarks of the devil versus the good of God's voice. It simply is whether our heart is set on body, pride or power or the kingdom of God and letting go appetites for gold. For some moments I thought over what was said. "How," I stammered then, "How did you get there?" "I was born there." "Why have I not known you were there before?" "No man knows it," answered the voice, "until he awakes." "No man?" I asked. "Are you in other men's souls as well?" "There is 'THAT SOMETHING' in everyone's, which can move the mountains or dry the seas," "Then." said I, "You must be Faith!" See how he deceives us by hiding behind "99" truths to hide "1" lie. He is within us and he does have great powers, but he is so skillful that he makes us think we, our self is the power of God (faith etc) or good we are listening to. "Yes," came the answer, "I am faith, but I am more than faith, I am that which makes men face the fires of hell and win."
"I am more than confidence. I am that which makes the bubbling brooks lift worlds upon their wavelets." Another true statement as satan lifts kingdoms of gold upon wavelets so to speak, he has great power to build cities and kingdoms who's hearts are set upon gold and "You are Power," I cried. Another truth, satan does have great power. her truth "I am more than Power," answered the voice. "I am that which makes the wretched failure lift up himself and rule the world." Another truth "You are Ambition. I know you are," I cried. Another truth "Yes," answered the voice, "I am all you say, faith confidence, power ambition, and more, for greater than all is 'THAT SOMETHING.' I am that which every man must find in his soul, or else he will be but a cluster of the earth on which he lives." Again, a true statement with deception. What we must find in our soul is trust in God not "that something." Satan knows we have free choice, and he deceives us to make his program appear to be good. His comment that we are a cluster of the earth is similar to God's words in the creation process. The difference is that God provides a salvation through Jesus Christ so that man can become resurrected and eternal. "But how can man find you?" "Even as you are finding me now." came the answer. "First you must awake, then seek, and when you have found, you must learn to control----" "Control what?" I asked, confused. "THAT SOMETHING" came the reply. "Borrow it from your soul and baptize your life with it. Anoint your eyes, that you may see; anoint your ears; that you may hear; anoint your brain; that you may be!" "But tell me," I cried frantically, for the voice was trailing off to almost nothing, "how can I do this? How? How?" "Yes! Yes! What is this talisman?" "These words, 'I will'." Satan's talisman "I Will" sounds great except his design is that we will listen to him. He gets us to believe his voice within our soul would not be there if it was not good. If we do not recognize that God gave us opposition between God and satan and that either can speak to us through our soul we will not defend ourselves from satan's voice. He wants us to think because he can speak to us through our soul his words are from God. He wants us to accept this words without question thinking the positive statement "I will" is good. If we were to say to God's voice "I will" it would be good, so satan makes us think that is what we are doing, then subtly once he has us believing we are listening to God he can direct us to his voice which is "That Something" One of the clues that this is evil is that it is hidden. God's message is clear and concise and written in His scriptures. Any time anything is suggested as a hidden secrete it is of the devil. And then I awoke with a start. A man was shaking me roughly "Clean out of here," he was saying. "We ain't running no free rooming house for bums. If you want to sleep, take a sleeper, but get out of here."
"I WILL." My words brought the dream back to me vividly. I stood in the doorway, peering out into the rain. A boy with a dozen bundles stopped near me to shift his load. "I'll help you, son," I said, and I laughed gladly as I took half his load and started with him down the street. Again satan's plan is skillfully designed to look good by being clothed with some good acts, but which are actually a deception to gain an advantage as he does with this boy. The man does not know where the voice is leading him. Satan provides a road to gold so long as we do not question it. "Gee, mister," he said, "Dat's pretty square of you, all right. How far you going this way?" "Where are you taking these things?" I asked. He told me. "Why that's right where I'm going," I answered in mock surprise. And so we hurried on our way. It was then the clouds overhead began to break. Before we had gone half way, the sun peeped out, and the boy by my side laughed with the pure delight of it. "By golly, mister, she's going to be some handsome day tomorrow, ain't it?" "I WILL," I answered absently. He looked up at me, startled at my answer, started to ask me a question, thought better of it, and giving me another queer look, trudged on in silence. When he had delivered his packages, he turned back toward the thoroughfare, and, as I followed, he asked me with the innocent impertinence of boyhood, "Say, mister, where do you work?" "Why, I'm working for you right now. It's good work, don't you think?" "But ain't you got no steady job?" "Yes," I answered firmly, "I will." Again he cast at me his queer look and quickened his pace. We went together to the store at which he worked. It was the largest in the city. We hurried through a doorway at the rear, and I found myself in a large room. A man stepped up to me and asked me what I wanted. "I have come here to work." "What department?" he asked. "Who sent you?" Another clue, God never lies, satan's always uses lies and deception as in this example. He whispers it is just a little white lie and does nobody any harm. Step by step he leads this man down the road of evil beginning with a little white lie then on to bigger and bigger dishonest deceptions. What is so terrible is that often the man thinks it is ok to be dishonest because he is following "that something". There were many men in there, packing boxes. Before I could answer
his question, someone called him, and he hurried away. I took off
my coat, and hung it on a nail near where the other men had hung
theirs. I started to work, following the example of those near me.
A half hour later, the man who first accosted me, "Oh," he said, as he paused behind me. "So they put you at it while I was gone, did they?" "I'm doing my best, sir," I answered, as I drove a nail home with a bang, and so I worked until six o'clock. And the sun was very bright outside. When the six o'clock bell rang, the men began filing by the clock. "What about the clock?" I asked the man in charge. "Didn't they give you a number?" "No." Then I told him my name, he gave me a number, and I punched out. the boy was waiting for me at the door. "How'd you get the job?" he asked curiously. "Why, that was secured for me before I showed up here," I answered. "Aw," he answered, "quit your stringing us. How'd you get on? I seen a dozen men trying to get in on that work this morning, and they was all turned down, "But," I explained with a smile, "they had never found 'THAT SOMETHING." So again I was favored with the queer look. "Say, where do you live?" he asked finally. "I am going to find a place now," I answered. "Well, say," he cried. "My maw keeps a boarding house, and it's all right, too. Why don't you come up to my place?" There was but one other boarder. He was a professor at a nearby denominational college. He was a little man with unreasonable hair on his face, and very little on his head. He wore thick glasses perched on a beaked nose. His eyes were small and black like shoe buttons. He watched me covertly as I ate. When the meal was finished, he invited me to sit with him in his room. This man as he becomes a follower of the devil who give the man enviable qualities that appear to others to be desirable. The professor and others who have not submitted themselves to "That Something" are losers. "I hope you don't think me prying," said he when we were seated, "but I have been trying to figure you out." This is another intrusting clue, it is that people such as this man have mystical powers of attraction and appear to be powerful and enviable. The fact is that they are powerful because satan has given them power. "Yes!" "Yes," he reiterated, "and I have come to the conclusion that you are a student of sociology." I laughed. "Bobby tells us you are packing boxes down at his store." I nodded assent. "Then," he said triumphantly, "of course, it is for the study of the conditions of the working masses that you are down there." "Yes," I admitted, "I am very much interested in conditions of the masses right now." "Then you can help me," he cried. "I am writing a series of papers on that very subject. Will you answer this, please. What is it, that upper two in a thousand possesses that the under nine hundred ninety eight do not have?" In my research of success I saw this statement in most of the success books and wondered why is it that only a small percentage have this power? If it is so good, why is it that only a very few find it? Fortunately only a few are willing or able to follow "that something". The devil is selective and only gives this power to those who he thinks will serve as his emissaries. "Why, it's 'THAT SOMETHING,'" I answered. "What do you mean, "education, environment?" Before my mind was flashed the picture of my boyhood. I saw my home. I remembered the tender care of my parents, the love of a mother, the guiding hand of a father. I saw myself in college, at the head of my class. I remembered that day when I was given a piece of parchment, and was told that I was a Master of Arts. And then, in the twinkling of an eye, the scene changed, and I saw that awful room, with a hundred men lying around on the cold, hard floor. "No," I answered thoughtfully, "it is neither of those things. 'THAT SOMETHING' is different entirely. I don't just know what it is myself now, but I am going to find it, pin it down, and then I will tell you more of it." Another clue, satan's plan is purposefully not written in a step by step process. As I looked into his face, I noticed the same puzzled expression as the boy had worn. And so, by mutual consent, the subject was changed, and we talked of trivial things. At this point the man does not recognize he is being led by satan. For a week or more I packed boxes and drove nails. I was a good packer. I made "THAT SOMETHING" work with me all the time. One day, I noticed the shipping clerk had ahead of him more than he could handle. There were men in the department idle. They could do nothing until he checked up to them. I laid down my hammer and walked over to where he stood. "I am to help you this afternoon," I said simply. He looked up with a start. "Oh," he exclaimed. Then, "Well, that's good. I'm glad they have sense enough to give me somebody to help out at last." He handed me a bunch of papers, and made room for me at the desk. The superintendent of the department was out of the room at the time. Presently he returned and glanced at me curiously. "So, they've got you helping out Dickey?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders without looking up, and continued figuring. When I left the room that night, the superintendent of the department joined me. "Say," he said, as we turned up the street. "I never did get onto how you were put in there. What's the idea; working through to learn the business?" "Yes," I answered with confidence, "just that. I am to learn every detail of it." "Well, I thought something of the kind. Which one of 'em are you kin to?" "I do not think it wise to discuss that at this time," was my answer. "Oh, sure," he hastened to say. "I don't mean to be inquisitive. Anything I can do to help you, let me know," and then he left me. The shipping clerk was a bright, young fellow. I liked him and he liked me. One day, shortly after I received my first raise in wages, he came to me with a problem. That night I stayed down with him and we worked it out together. We soon got in the habit of staying down one night of every week and working over systems. He lacked originality. I helped him. He had been doing things just like the fellow before him had done them. The business had been growing rapidly practically doubled. We worked out an improved system, We drew up forms. We planned it out in every detail. One day he carried our plans to the Man in Authority. Afterward there came up a question that the shipping clerk did not quite understand, and so they sent for me. I was a well dressed man at this time. Nothing flashy, nothing loud, but well clothed. That had been my first investment. My approach was far different from that of the sniveling beggar
who had asked the man on the street corner for food. The Man in
Authority looked at me in surprise. "Who are you?" "I am in the packing room temporarily." And then we went over the shipping clerk's plans in detail. "I think they're all right," said the Man in Authority finally. "I'll have these forms sent to the printer in the morning." As we turned to leave the office, he called me back. "How long have you been in the packing room?" "Sixty-three days," I answered. "You've been there long enough. There is nothing more for you to learn there, is there?" "No." He studied me for a while in silence. "Funny neither of 'em has ever said anything about you to me," he said at length, speaking half to himself. "I suppose the Old Man's idea was for you to work out your own salvation. Is that it?" More white lies and deception, as if it is a good thing to do. In actuality it is a plan by satan to strengthen his power over the man by getting him to perform small deceptions then on to greater and greater still thinking he is doing good. Satan's objective is to get us to knowingly follow him and become one of his emissaries. His process is to accelerate our choice to be dishonest and avoid Christian attributes. Eventually we become aware of this and it is at that time we recognize who we are following and that we are not following Christ. A that point a very important fork in our path appears. We have to make a choice which path we choose, the one where be knowingly follow satan or change our ways and get on the path to follow Christ. Two interesting things happen upon our choice.
He is so skillful and deceptive that he uses every possible way to discourage and entrap us. His abilities are greater than we can overcome, UNLESS, we understand him and have enmity toward him. The other tool is unwavering trust in Christ. "In a way," I replied. "What any man accomplishes must eventually come from 'THAT SOMETHING' within him." He pondered this for a moment. Then he scrawled a few words on a piece of paper. "Hand that to Perkins in the Auditing Department tomorrow morning, and we'll see how you show up there. I thanked him and turned to leave the room. "And say," calling me back the second time, "better forget about my having said anything about your relations with the Old Man. After all, you see, it's none of my business." "Certainly," I answered, and left the room. Three months later, I left Bob's mother's house. It hurt me to do this. She had been almost a mother to me. There was a home life about the place that I had learned to love. Even the little professor and his fanciful theories had become dear to me. "THAT SOMETHING" demanded that I move on, and so I moved up to the hill. I arranged for a small suite of rooms at a quiet family hotel. It was at the suggestion of the Man in Authority that I chose this hotel. It was where he lived, we became at first acquaintances, then friends. He urged that I join his club. I made friends of the right sort there. All of these things were investments. And never once did the Man in Authority mention that I was learning the business. Another clue, satan requires that his followers break away from good people and advance toward a place and people where they can increase their progression toward gold. Satan uses, then leaves or destroys those who helped the man climb the ladder to success. A multilevel marketing plan used this method with statements such as, "Don't let anyone steal your dream", "Avoid anyone who tries to steal your dream". In other words satan is saying your dream is "that something" his voice) and don't get near anyone who will might show you the truth. Keeping his followers away from good people and in association to his teachers, he can better enslave us. And so a year rolled 'round. It was the time Perkins took his vacation. I was given his place until he returned. One day the Old Man came into the office. He looked at me keenly. Directly the Man in Authority also came in. The Old Man called him aside. I overheard a portion of their conversation. "Who's the man at Perkins' desk?" the Old Man asked. The Man in Authority mentioned my name. "Funny I never heard of him before," said the Old Man. The Man in Authority gasped. And the rest was spoken in guarded tones, and I heard no further. That night, the Man in Authority came into my sitting room. "Say," he began, "you've certainly got me locoed or something of the sort. I have been figuring you out all along as a ward or a lost cousin of the Old Man's. Now' today he comes in and jumps on me about putting you in this place of responsibility without first knowing all about you. Of course, I know you're all right," he added kindly, "but, by Jupiter, I'm placed in an unholy kink of a light, anyway." "What's all the trouble?" I asked. "My work going wrong?" "I should say not, he exclaimed with enthusiasm, "but that's aside from the question. What's got me going is how the dickens you did it, how you got to hold down the most responsible job in the works without anybody knowing just what you really are. Tell me about yourself, will you?"
"Oh, drat the history and the rising sun. Tell me about who you are kin to, or who is backing you up. It's pull that counts these days. Who gave you your start with the company?" I leaned back in my leather Morris chair. Memory brought back
the picture of that day of just a year before. And that brought
to my mind a card that had been given me. I had not thought of it
before until this minute. I arose and went to the closet where hung
the very suit I had worn on that eventful day. I had kept it as
a souvenir of my awakening, and, as I had hoped, the card was in
a pocket of the shabby vest. For the first time, I read the name
engraved thereon:
There is no coincidence, either we listen to God or the devil and then according to our faith in either of them they provide so called coincidences for our benefit or our enslavement. Satan teaches that this process is the power of our thoughts. It is another deception to get us to follow him. God calls it listening to the guidance of His spirit. He too rewards us with similar so called coincidences based on our obedience and faith in Him. We do not have this kind of power, and obtain the so called coincidences from the source of our benefactor, not the arm of flesh. "Funny Randolph never mentioned your name to the Old Man," the Man in Authority was saying. "Anyway, I wish I'd known this when he was talking about you today." "I'm glad you didn't," I answered with a short laugh. "Why?" he asked puzzled. "Go there to the phone and call up Randolph. I think he'll tell you why." "But---," he began. "Go on and call him up. I want you to," I insisted. In a moment, Randolph was on the line. "Ask him," I insisted. The Man in Authority did so. I watched the changing expressions on his face. "You - say - you - never - heard - of - the - man!" gasped the Man in Authority. "Why, he's holding down the most responsible job on the place." "Better let me talk to Mr. Randolph,:" I interrupted. His hand was trembling as he surrendered the phone. "Mr. Randolph," I said, "I know you do not remember my name, for I am quite sure you have never heard it. You may, however, remember one miserable day, a year ago, when a beggar asked you for food." "Well, go on," came a crisp voice over the phone. "You may also remember telling that beggar that it was not
food he needed. You told that man that it was 'THAT SOMETHING' he
needed and that alone. Well, Mr. Randolph, I am the beggar to whom
you spoke, and have found "THAT SOMETHING." I have learned
to use it, and I want to thank you for having shown me the way.
When may I have the opportunity- An hour later, the story you have just read was told to a strange trio: the Man in Authority, the Professor, and Matthew Morrison Randolph. From time to time, as I told the tale, Randolph nodded his head in approval, and I noticed a strange light begin to glow in the little professor's eyes. When I had finished, we sat for a long time in silence, broken at last by Randolph, who said: "And now tell me just what you think 'THAT SOMETHING' really is." I shook my head in dismay. "You folks know as much about
it as I." I answered. "But of this one thing I am convinced,
through and through. It is real Power, as truly real an electric
circuit. It is the power of the inner you, the fuel of the soul
machine. It is the one thing necessary. We are all of us born much
alike. All of us have the senses equally developed. And then we
began to exist without direction, until we take 'THAT SOMETHING'
of the soul. We respect those who have "THAT SOMETHING' and
we give them support as our leaders or role models. We help them
take their place among the masters of men. "THAT SOMETHING"
lies dormant in every soul until aroused. With many it sleeps until
the last great sleep, and is never found. Sometimes it does not
wake until man stands teetering on the border of the grave. Sometimes
it is found by the child playing by its mother's knee. Some men
have sneered and called it luck. Luck is but the fleeting smile
of fortune. "THAT SOMETHING" is the Highway to her home.
A man's success depends alone on "THAT SOMETHING" of his
soul. Abraham Lincoln found it when a lad. It added light to the
flickering glow of the wood fire, that he might see to read. It
spurned him on, and on, and on. 'THAT SOMETHING' is an awful force.
It made a puny Corsican, Napoleon Bonaparte the ruler of the world.
It made Edison the great man of his age. It made Carnegie. It made
Woodrow Wilson. It made And it is NOW in YOUR soul. Awake it now. "THAT SOMETHING.' Again the silence followed. I watched the Professor. I saw the
kindled fires in his eyes gradually die out. He shook his head wearily. "You fool," cried Randolph, leaning forward and shaking the little man roughly. "You almost had 'THAT SOMETHING' in your power, and now you sing it back to sleep with your silly song of pessimism. It's the false philosophy, that such as you sing, which has kept men in the rut of their own digging for centuries past. Wake, man, wake. Wake 'THAT SOMETHING' within your soul!" The two men sat looking deeply into each other's eyes. It was the little man who broke the silence. "Thank you, Randolph," he said quietly, "you are right, I WILL." Then Randolph turned to me. "Man, write that story you've told us. Write it so that every man may read. Send that message out into the world. If man will read that story, read and reread, until it is written on their memories, if man will believe the message you bring, and then if they will but awake that something within their souls that now lies asleep, I say if you can make men do this, you will have done more for mankind than any man or any thousand men have done in many, many years. Write it, man, write it word for word as you have told it here, so every man may read. Write it man, write it!" And so it has been written. And you, who have read it through, I pray that you may read it every word again and again, until 'THAT SOMETHING' of your souls has been aroused and you have taken your places among the rulers of the world. THE END, WHICH IS THE BEGINNING. anonymous (author unknown)
I was surprised to realize that the very substance of positive thinking actually did not teach positive thinking but rather to listen to a voice, an unseen power of the universe that would carry one to success. Positive thinking taught between the lines to accept the "that something" voice was actually satan's voice. We were to follow the voice without thinking, just do it or, "I will". Any time an unseen power is defined in terms such as the voice, your guide, the universe or that something it is most likely the voice of satan not God. It is simply satan's crafty sugar coated plan to make us think we are following God when in reality it is just the opposite. Give God credit for His guidance and run from the crafty imitations by satan. I marvel at those who say there is no God and that the Heavens are closed to man today, then in the same breath teach us to follow the voice of the unseen guide. The second important concept of the "THAT SOMETHING" article is that success is the accumulation of wealth, power and status, and any one who does not amass it is a failure. The success the anonymous author describes is not success, rather it is monetary wealth, power and control. It is obtained by deceit, by taking advantage of others. In 1978 I was approached by a friend with a popular multi level marketing plan, and I believed I had found my road to success. However, as time went on I was not able to make the plan work for me and left it. I knew something was wrong with its principles but could not identify it. This marketing program used expensive seminars of heightened emotional and staging of theatrics to promote its message. It placed the financially successful as saintly benefactors who because of their great wealth could do so much good. They openly broadcast any charitable contribution to show their good works to men. At the time I was offended by such frivolous and pious theatrics but did not recognize it for what is was. The friend that introduced me to the program also left and stated to me that he felt it was a false Christianity. When he said that, I thought yes its disgusting but surely not false Christianity. Yet as I have studied I am seeing better how It and any such program is actually a tool of Satan. Satan has cloaked it in the appearances of good and wholesome things to entice the unwary into its grasp of greed and hunger for wealth, power, and pride. Therefore the program is literally an anti Christ program teaching pride, and power, not humility, and charity. It teaches the opposite to the quiet giving demonstrated by the Widows mite, versus the public display of charity. The program is therefore anti Christ because it violates the teachings of Christ. Such programs use portions of Christ's teachings to give themselves the appearance of good while in reality they are teaching and promoting evil. This is the message of the scriptures of wolves in sheep's clothing.
Satan's plan of success The unwritten steps in "that something".
Obviously the reason the steps are hidden and disguised as good positive thinking is to allow the devil to entrap many people by duping them. A dupe is someone who promotes and follows a leader who's objectives are opposite to their own. I have presented this article with comments to help others open their eyes and avoid being duped. Consider this example of teaching the philosophies of success.
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