The Syndicate Meets The Secret

Michele Blood wrote a “book” with Bob Proctor. It’s called …

Become A Magnet To Money: Through The Sea Of Unlimited Consciousness

… I shit you not :: that’s what it’s fucking called. But don’t let that bit of obvious illiteracy get in the way of you buying this crap. Because seriously …

“This revolutionary new book will open your consciousness to the truth of what wealth really is. This book could be the magic lamp you have been searching for!”

Did you hear that people? We’re not fucking around here … we’re talking MAGIC LAMPS. It’s exactly what you’ve been searching for {during your “Robitussin as a beverage” phases}!

“This book goes deep… deeper than you may have ever experienced before.”

That’s what she said! … … … BOOM!

“If you only knew the omnipotent power that you can plug into, your life would be breath taking.”

OMFG :: just an editorial note for the Universal Creative Source and Sea of Consciousness Machine :: it should be …

“If you only knew the omnipotent power that you could plug into, your life would be breathtaking.”

See the difference? It’s still a terrible sentence bereft of meaning … but at least now it’s not totally fucking daft.

Anywayz :: Michele Blood has the secret of magic lamp wealth and everything … but she don’t know how to sell it on them Internez … cause she so stupid.

Enter {from underneath the stage all covered in demonic feces} Irwin Frank Kern.

Ms. Blood attended the Magic Bullet seminar where Irwin was extolling the virtues of telephone boiler rooms. She took the opportunity to ask a question about getting affiliates for crappy products … and Frank took the opportunity to explain how everyone should form a syndicate and become its Godfather.

Godfather is French for Trade Union.

… or something.

All Michele Blood needs to do is form a French cartel consisting of the top self-help creeps like Tony Robbins :: T. Harv Eker :: and James Arthur Ray etc.

Boom :: profits!

Forming bullshit cartels is the magic lamp that the Sea Of Unlimited Consciousness forgot to tell Michele Blood about. Good thing she has Irwin.

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