“The Secret” by Rhonda Byrne Revealed – Part 1 of 3

Imagine being able to get anything you wanted by simply refocusing your thinking. A new car. A new house. Or, in my case, a smooth-skinned Asian house boy who answers my every bidding with a cheerful, “Light away, Masta Lick!”

(Apologies to my Asian readers who have mastered the difficult “R” sound. Who am I to cast stones? I spent four years in speech therapy and yet, as my overly judgmental siblings point out frequently, I still struggle with enunciation. It’s genetic. My eldest daughter Rikki was unable to pronounce her own name properly for years. Through the 6th grade her classmates knew her as “Wikki Bell.” Given the success of Wikipedia.com, the book Wikinomics and the plethora of “wiki” websites, she might want to revert to her childhood pronunciation.)

But, as usual, I digress.

For the next three weeks, at absolutely no cost to you, I will reveal, "The Secret" that has everyone rushing to the web, viewing movies, buying books and generally wasting their money. More importantly, rather than fill your heads with promises of a “genie-in-a-bottle” Universe that grants your every wish I will show you the true path to getting what you want out of life. More specifically, I will reveal how a simple action enabled me to sell my house in one day after it languished for 6 months in the downward-spiraling Arizona housing market.

You definitely have the power within you to get what you want. There are secrets to tapping into a more rewarding life. But none of them should cost you a dime.  Why pay for what is freely given? (Did I mention that next to politicians, there is nothing I despise more than paid clergy?)

If you are a devotee of “The Secret” you might argue that none of the “teachers” quoted in the film or book are billed as clergy. True that. The only quasi-religious type affiliated with this money making enterprise is Dr. Bernard Beckwith--a self described “nonaligned, trans-religious progressive.” What? All I know is that his Agape International Spiritual Center website features discussions of the “Divine Love of God” right next to the “Donate Here” links. Looks like a church that passes the plate to me.

But everyone else associated with The Secret is religion free… or are they? Religion can take many forms. Rather than preach spiritual salvation The Secret promises to save you from poverty, disease and loneliness. And the “teachers” are more than willing to help you part with your cash as your pursue this pathway to happiness.

Just who are the proponents of The Secret? Besides Dr. Beckwith the other “teachers” include Dr. Joe Vitale… let me stop right here… With The Secret you will see a lot of “Dr.’s” being quoted. Let me refresh you on my thoughts on “doctors” of the non-medical ilk… (http://rickbell.typepad.com/the_official_rick_bell_bl/2007/05/somebody_call_m.html).

Anyway, there is Dr. Vitale, whose profession centers around teaching people how to write effective junk mail. Oh, I’m sorry. He’s described in the book as a “marketing specialist.” Well I’ve read his best selling book “Hypnotic Writing” and it is basically a primer for writing ad copy to sell whatever you want to push. Nowhere in the book did I see mention of the importance of selling a quality product or service. Just tips on how to hook people in and get them to open their wallets.

There is also a “teacher” by the name of Bob Doyle. Bobby runs a scam… make that a “powerful multi-media curriculum” known as the Wealth Beyond Reason program. If you find yourself getting lured into his program you may want to know that one of the components of this program was addressed in a previous blog… http://rickbell.typepad.com/the_official_rick_bell_bl/2007/03/the_classic_see.html

Funny how these players all found each other. When I started exploring The Secret I had no idea that an eBook scam I had exposed and a guide to writing slick ad copy I had read were related.

Truth be told, when I first started to read up on The Secret I found it very inviting. The author cleverly incorporated strong quotes from Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, Buddha, Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ and many others to give the work credibility. In short, The Secret repackages and regurgitates old concepts from the power of positive thinking era: Like attracts like, thoughts become things, and the power of visualization.  (More on that next blog when I lay the whole program out.)

For part one I just wanted to make one point very clear. The people behind The Secret are all about money. Not money for you, but money in their pockets. Don’t be duped. They are very good at what they do. I can only hope to make a small dent in their fund raising activities. (My expose on “The Classic Seed Money In Action” still generates dozens of hits per week. I hope each hit translates into a non-sale.)

Before next week, if Oprah's plug for this program already has you sold on the concept that everything is controlled by your thoughts, try this little experiment: 1. Ingest a full package of Ex-Lax. 2. Think positive thoughts. 3. Think thoughts of not experiencing explosive diarrhea. 4. Think really hard. 5. Pray that the Universe will acknowledge your positive, “movement free” thoughts. 6. Write affirmations along the lines of “My bowels are peaceful and quiet." 7. Drive to a crowded place with resticted access to restroom facilities (e/g/. a crowded sports arena.) 8. Trust that your positive thoughts will prevent the inevitable humiliation.

Until next Monday, my thoughts are with you and your bowels.

Comments

[Eric Teng]

I can only imagine lots of people thinking and using the power of the secret and law of attraction to attract cancer to themselves so they can die of cancer. Also many people must have used the law of attraction to get themselves into car accidents and trapped in cars and slowly dying in the car accidents. To those who died of heart attacks, according to Rhonda Byrne, why are you so stupid and retarded to use the secret's power to attract heart attacks and kill yourselves?

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[Anon]

I believe THE SECRET is a paradox of deluded greed and senseless emotional ruin. People like David Schirmer NEED and are desperate for recognition. They try to multiply their possessions but have absolutely no values. They have learned how to make a living, but don't have a life. They add years to life not life to years. They have narrow viewpoints and do larger things but not better things. They think they are big men but have very small character. They talk more, but learn less. They plan more, but accomplish less. They rush, but not wait. They focus on steep profits and have shallow relationships. They seek fancier houses but have broken homes. They make quick trips, have throwaway morality, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything. They have much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom....

How postively TRUE!

[Penny]

I am disusted at how many people the Schirmers have affected. It seems that they have hurt people right up the east coast of Australia. It's not like it's just one or two people it is loads of people and all over different things. How can they sleep at night knowing that they have caused grief to so many people and all they do is make promises while they put all the money into their own lifestyle. That is not how business gets ahead and they should know that.

[John]

David Schirmer is he most underhanded schiester we have seen in a long time. It appears that he has been up to stealing for many years and has never really got out of it.

How can it possibly feel successful to have fleeced everyone including your family and friends and then go to the media and boast about what you've just bought with their money? That is one weak very selfconscious man, how sad and lonely can you get?

If that is what Schirmer calls success then he is a very dangerous person indeed and everyone would be wise to stay well away.

[John]

For Christs sake Schirmer, who the hell gives a shit whether Tony Robbins helped you or not the fact is YOU HAVE STOLEN FROM PEOPLE AND REFUSE TO RETURN WHAT IS NOT YOURS.

Until you get that through your head your business will suffer. Interesting how you quote that you have made sooooooooooo much money but where the hell is it you idiot? If you have made so much WHY ARE YOU SO IN DEBT? Why do you owe all these people so much money. If you can trade like you think you can then where the hell are the returns? If you think you can preach at people because you are better than them in every way then why the hell are so many people so hurt at what you have done.

Quit the lies and come clean otherwise suffer the consequences you idiot.

[dennis]

It’s no surprise that the secret has many more secret’s. I’ve just found out that Dr. Joe Vitale a teacher featured in the secret is not an actual doctor. He just gave himself that title inorder to build credibility. Why am i not surprised. That’s exactly what david did when he said he was worth millions. Credibility in an Internet Marketer (Scammers) best friend it allows them to get peoples trust and more importantly their money. I’ve searched the internet and consulted with professors at Local Universities - There is no such thing as a doctorate in Metaphysical studies which Joe Vitale claims to have. God, I feel sorry for all those poor people that invested with him after watching the secret.

Since this is new news, I’d appreciate it if some of you spread the news just like you’ve done with David Schirmer to prevent other unsuspecting people/investors from getting burned.

Also while we are on the subject I’ve done some digging behind Michael Beckwith another teacher in the secret and cannot find any information on the doctorate he claims to have…I really hope he didn’t fake his doctorate to gain popularity…he was my favourite teacher.

It seems like the LOA has ultimately back fired on the Secret Teachers and Rhonda Bryne. Reminds me of the saying “The Hunter has finally become the hunted”. For the people these guys have conned I hope they spend and eternity in hell.

I apologize for my language but I’ve lost a ton of money to these people and I’m not to happy about it.

[Dennis]

Noted quantum physics expert Scientist Bob Proctor and his pals, as well as nearly 2,000 personal-growth junkies, are taking over an entire ship in October! The Reverend Michael Beckwith, is going to be on board as well, raising the vibe by perpetrating a special meditation every morning. Also appearing will be several other renowned hustledorks self-help stars whom Scientist Bob is raving about but most of whom, frankly, I’ve never heard of.

Alas, for some reason, it doesn’t look as if Bob’s former co-hort, Aussie Secret star David Schirmer, is going to be on board. And the two of them were so good together! (Check out the ACA Interview online where David was exposed for FRAUD in Australia - Bob and David are now being investigated by the Australian Securities Commission for Breaking the Law and fooling/stealing for Investors. Many of their company’s have been suspended and the they may face jail time and a hefty fine. Bob and david are both partners in the SGR Program).

On the cruise Bob will also be featuring New Thought star Mary Morrissey, whose husband Edward served prison time for laundering money and using funds from his wife’s church for personal expenses, so maybe there will be something of a sense of continuity. (It should be noted that Mary herself was never charged with a crime, and I am sure she knew absolutely nothing about what Eddie was up to.) Anyway, according to the Son of Bob - Brian Proctor, “Mary Morrissey will be on board to do a program with Bob Proctor that will be introduced for the first time on the ship.” Here’s more info about what will be happening when the Self-Love Boat sets sail.

There will be plenty of opportunities on the cruise for you to learn how to get rich quick, or, even more important, make Bob and his friends richer. F’rinstance, there will be an opportunity to get in on Bob’s Science of Getting Rich program (Which is an Illegal MLM Scheme). And there will be all sorts of additional programs, products, and services to help you max out your plastic.

No doubt about it, the Mexican Riviera will never be the same. In fact, with a couple thousand aggressively self-improving folks on board, who knows what profound Earth changes will occur? The resulting vibes could be overwhelming; this might just be the event that causes not only California, but the entire West Coast of North America, to finally break off and sink into the ocean.

And even if that doesn’t happen, there’s something else that might be a red flag for the potential cruiser: the possibility of body-snatcher or walk-in situations. If you watch the video on the site I linked to above, you’ll hear Scientist Bob saying that he guarantees that each person who walks up that gangplank onto the ship will be a completely different person by the time he or she disembarks.

So I’d be careful if I were you.

PS ~ Some lyrics that popped up in my head…(the doors - Ship of fools)…

he he, Wikki!

[Rikki]

Dad! There is no need to tell the world that I used to be unable to say my own name. It's embarassing!

[Dee]

Rick, I am so happy to see the bull**** of The Secret exposed. I believe in positive thinking, but the Secret is just ridiculous. Remember The Prayer of Jabez, a few years ago? Say the prayer, get your wish granted? Same principle. Nobody wants to work for anything any more. Especially me. If you know a scam as effective as The Secret, e-mail me privately. I will head up your southeast division. LOL

looking forward to parts 2 & 3...

[Wendy]

In case you're allergic to ex-lax, just call a member of the Bell family. We are thinking of opening a toll free number for the constipated as our conversations are always extremely stimulating. We refer to it as "The Phenomenon." I am going to try the power of positive thinking next time it happens.

[Richard Davies]

The Secret is a powerful program for those with the capicity to grasp its powerful message. Its unfortunate to see it mocked by someone with your talents. I encourage you to give it a second look before you continue.