Best wishes to you and if I do not hear from you before hand – have fabulous festive season 🙂

Adam.

Just thought I’d start off this response with a thank you. Your hypnosis products helped me remove a lot of negative programming and, because I believed in myself, my website (www.joinmartin.wordpress.com) has been hugely successful. Over eight thousand people in the UK, USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Ireland, Spain, France and beyond have visited the site and or taken up in the challenge to learn a language. All since March 2008. Thanks to the success of that site, I’m launching a new venture in 2009 called Beyond The Question which will help people learn a new skill and or pluck up the courage to try something new.

Anyway, back to fate. In 2000, I went to an open day at the University of Wales, Bangor. I travelled for hours on the train to get there. I had no idea what the place would be like. I’d never been before and I’d chosen the course I’d applied for at random. When the train stopped and I stepped out into Bangor station, I looked up and caught sight of the horizon. I saw buildings I’d never seen before. And yet, it felt as if I had. I felt as if I already knew my way around this place. I trusted that instinct so much that my heart took control and I did all I could to make sure I got the grades to get to Bangor.

I got into my first choice uni (Bangor). I had an amazing time and met so many great people. But I had to travel a long way to get there or to go home for the holidays. I always used to pass through Birmingham New Street Station. If I stayed in the station I was ok but I became terrified if I had to go outside the station for any reason (like to catch a train from one of the other stations in Birmingham or catch a rail replacement bus service to Coventry). But, even though I felt scared, part of me told me that, one day, I’d know my way around Birmingham.

From November 2007- November 2008. I lived in Birmingham. I got to know my way around the city. The connections don’t stop there either. In Birmingham there is a church called Saint Martin’s. I’m named after Saint Martin’s church in Leicester. In Solihull, a place I visited a lot when I was living in Birmingham, there’s Drury Lane. Seriously, sometimes it can feel like someone else has written a story and I’m just following the narrative.

A few years ago I had what I can only describe as a “vision”. I know the rationalists will scoff. I scoff at the idea too. But it happened nonetheless. I saw a figure in a bed surrounded by loved ones. I couldn’t see the person in the bed clearly but I got the sense that it was an older version of me and he wasn’t going to be getting out of the bed any time soon. Suddenly, as if I’d been spotted, I was pulled away from the vision and things went back to normal. Maybe I was drunk, maybe my brain had problems or maybe I was dreaming. I don’t know. But it has given me the comfort that, no matter how hard life gets, maybe I don’t die alone.

We would be fools to assume that destiny has total power over our lives. We have free will, we make choices and the future is just a torrent of possibilities. But we would also be fools to dismiss the power of instinct.