For the first time in years,
I cried a different kind of tear…
Scotty Stevens – ‘The Scotty Stevens Show’
IF I COULD sum-up this site in one sentence…
This site is the showcasing of my philosophy on – and the discussions thereon – conscious living, selfishness as a virtue, spirituality, religion, politics, society, love, sex, relationships, race, gender, health, humanity, morality, reason, rationality, profession and wealth, pertaining to self development, purpose, prosperity and the origin, survival and advancement of the human race.
For your convenience (I’m nice like that), I’ve broken this excellent, feature-packed ‘About’ page into the following, sections, which you can click on below to read:
Why Do You Need To Read This Site?
What Is My Goal For This Site?
Why Listen To Me?
Where Can You Find Me?
My Life Story In A Few Words
My Latest Exploits From The Scotty Stevens Show
Why Do You Need To Read This Site?
Firstly, we’ve all been conditioned to think and act in a certain way. One’s existence is the down to those that created them: one’s biological parents (generally speaking). And generally, one’s personality is the result of programming from those present in their lives from birth: biological parents, step parents, grandparents, school teachers, peers, nannies.
Where am I going with this? Well, the deeper the programming, the more ingrained a program is in one’s mind, and consequently, the more difficult it will be to reprogram oneself. Why is this important?
Because maybe, just maybe, there may be things about yourself that you don’t like, bad habits, failures, weak skills. And maybe, previously, you’ve sought help. You’ve tried techniques, had counselling, bought programs, etc, etc.
But you feel like you’re exactly the same. I know the feeling. I spent years walking up that path. I spent thousands trying to improve myself, to grow and become the man I wanted to be. But it took me a long time to figure out the answer. But I did. And that’s one of the reasons this site exists.
You see, the truth is, a lot of counsellors, therapists and programs over-complicate things. And it wasn’t until I worked this out, and boiled it down to where the real problem laid, that I suddenly felt a shift in my life. Hope. Resolve. Renewed vigour. Call it what you will. But I was able to go from a complete failure to where I am today – that’s a long way, believe me. And it’s because of several epiphanies along the way that I was able to finally to change.
You’ll notice that there is a ‘male’ flavour to this site. I have witnessed, in my lifetime, a steady decline in general masculinity worldwide. And being the scholar that I am – and the deep thinker at that, I see no comparison with the heroes of old, and our current crop of men. So my concentration is on men, who after all, are supposed to be the leaders of our race. And in the rising, anti-feminine culture of feminism, there has never been a better time for men to take the reigns again. Having said that, a lot of my concepts are are not gender specific.
Secondly, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your freedom has been quietly slipping away. Day by day, new laws, sanctions and regulations have been effected in a bid to ‘protect’ you. Yes, the state has been quietly stripping you of your rights, and selling them for votes. Atlas Shrugged, 1984 – those famous books are fast becoming a reality.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I rather like freedom. I’m rather fond of the notion of living without the fear that I may be breaking a law but I’m not sure. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a massive fan of learning that perfectly good things that were once enjoyed, have become illegal. It feels like the walls are slowly closing in on us.
The ‘expenses scandal’ that hit the UK recently (2008-2009) may have been one of the best things that have happened to us in a while. It brought us together because it highlighted the greed, evil and cheating that underlines the system. A system that, until now, had been relatively accepted, if not condoned. But things are different now. I only hope that people really think about what has happened instead of just brushing it under the carpet as ‘just another political scandal – let’s change parties next election’.
Contrary to what people think, we don’t live in a free country/world, we don’t have a free market, and the government certainly is not there to look after us. I personally don’t live in a communist country, run by a fascist regime, necessarily. But the fact is I’m forced to pay a vast amount of my hard-earned money to an organisation that will do whatever the hell it likes with it, including using it to send other people’s kinds to school, healing sick people whom I’ve never met, and paying for people who’ve never done a days work in their life, probably never will do, to sit on their backsides watching the wall-size television I helped them buy!
And if I don’t comply? The government makes up their own rules and will do what ever they please with me, which to them is right, since they create the rules. This has got to stop. There is a time when this can be over, and this time may as well be now.
On top of this, as I said before, one of the cultures that is no help to the human cause is ‘Feminism’. The feminist climate that permeates our society, along with the welfare state, has seen the implementation of such damaging things as child benefits, income support, equality quotas, fertility clinics, a supportive man-hating media, and a sex toy dependency, all of which serve to render the need for real men optional, if not entirely redundant.
Now, I’m not talking about a rebellion here, I’m not talking about a violent revolution, and I’m not talking about anarchy. That would completely contradict the goal. I’m talking a peaceful fight for complete freedom. I’ve got nothing against people sending their kids to school, I don’t like to hear of people suffering with illness, and if people want to spend their lives wasting away down the pub, that’s their life. I also have nothing against women wanting to better themselves, to go for higher jobs, to choose career over family, if that’s what they really want. But if I REALLY wanted to pay for these strangers, I’d donate to a charity, freely, lovingly.
If there are things about yourself that you want to change, then quite simply, you need to be reading this site. If you’re concerned about the growing socialist climate you’re living in, you need to be reading this site, and joining in if you so please – I encourage it. If enough of us feel the same way, and are willing to do something about it, who knows what we could achieve together.
I’m convinced this site will help you. I advise you to first, read this page. It will direct you in subscribing to this site in every way. And it will also give you some resource pages on your self development and freedom, and a free program designed to help you change those things you want to change about yourself. You don’t want to let this pass you by without first giving it a try.
Spend some time here; it may be one of the most important things you ever do. There is also a handy Reference section. We have a Shop with products we recommend. And then, if it’s coaching you’re after, take a look at our Live Coaching page, for more direct direction.
What Is My Goal For This Site?
My goal is to change the world, starting at the beginning. That is my goal. I may not complete it in my lifetime, but at the very least I’ll get the ball rolling. My philosophy, which you will see presented on this site, is in constant development.
This site is the advert of me, my digital home. I have three main battles that I’m fighting: Freedom for the human race (for my country, but encouraging the same globally); the re-building of men, who have become emasculated in the face of ‘Feminism’; and to make my little island the best place on the planet, full of pride, industry, achievement and glory.
You may spot contradictions in what I say. As my philosophy grows stronger, the discrepancies will disappear, paving the way for a cast-iron vision of a world that is built upon complete freedom. This site hereby is the first building block of a mission that has become my life’s work:
A peaceful fight for complete freedom.
I have chosen this path for these four main reasons…
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1) The first reason I’ve chosen this path is that I’m a human being and, like you most probably, I love my race – people. I love people getting ahead in life (even though in the depth of our despair, immense jealousy can be experienced at the joy and success of others), I love the sound of laughing, I choke back the tears like anyone for others’ joy/pain – be it real life or fiction. This is human and good. I love my fellow men, for their inherent masculine, warrior characteristics, ambition, drive, determination, leadership and a vision that has shaped so much of the beauty we have been exposed to, a futuristic world we share today that is the result of hundreds of thousands of years of blood, sweat and tears. I love women for their inherent feminine, supportive characteristics, grace, beauty, radiance and warmth that can melt the most wounded hearts of men, a love that gives us reason to live, the muse and inspiration for a timeline of art, music and poetry. There is no competition between men and women. In the same way that a goalkeeper is no better than a striker: we are different – not equal, playing for the same team, fighting for the same cause. I am a real man – strong, heterosexual, ambitious, proud, logical, atheist, courageous, honest, kind, logical, capitalist, clever, successful, leader – fighting for the freedom of mankind and the rebirth of real men. And my status as a real man is affirmed by my excitement to be a part of such a diverse world coloured by people of a rainbow of genders, beliefs, ages, sexual orientations, nationalities, statuses, and so on. Indeed, one of the facets of being a real man, is the honour in which I treat all. It’s great to be a part of this amazing world, this life, this… thing – whatever it is. I also love the animals I share this planet with. I mean can you imagine this world without cats, dogs, rabbits and koala bears? I shudder to think of the loss of such beauty. But even tough I love animals, I’m a contented carnivore. At this stage in my life, I see no need to cut meat out of my diet, never have done, and probably never will do. I’m also opposed to outlandish attempts to halt human progress in the protection of every living creature. Sometimes, progression is the only way.
But even though I encourage resourcefulness, I’m no treehugger. I don’t agree with sacrifice. I also encourage prosperity, fast cars, private jets and boats. Things that as humans, we live for – fun, excitement, adrenaline, adventure. Being resourceful doesn’t mean cutting out the fun. That’s just boring, and from what I can tell, we’re here too short a time to do boring things. Fast cars, rollercoasters, sky-diving, power boats, jets – these are the things that get our heart pumping, that make our life fun, that give us the motivation and energy to do good things. A man that drives Aston Martins, rides sports bikes, enjoys power boats, has a private jet, but at the same time is resourceful, productive, has tree plantation projects, and spends his life helping others succeed in life – is a good man indeed. I love my country. I was born here, it has a rich history, and a platform for personal and national success – it’s my back garden, and a good enough place to fight for freedom. I love our music, our sport, our literature, our comedy, our films, our plays, our invention, our spirit, our wit, our colourful culture, our entrepreneurship, our adventure. I am completely in love with old Blighty. But my philosophy is universal, and I hope that it inspires others across the world to wake up, too. I would have everyone feeling the pride for their country as I do. Every country has its strengths. Whether you’ve grown up with the artful beauty of France, the vast landscapes of Australia, the volcanic laboratory of Iceland, the tropical magic of Brazil, the golden land of Thailand, or the echoing wilderness of Canada – your country is unique. I say, fight for it. I once heard it said that there are two ways to have the biggest building in town. The first way is to knock everyone else’s building down to leave yours the last one standing. The second is to build the tallest, most beautiful, majestic building in town. One way is devastatingly destructive. The other fills people with hope and inspires them to do the same, resulting in a city of mighty beauty. Friendly competition is good. No one need be sacrificed in the quest to be the best. I hate litter. From a logical point of view, when I look out the window at the cities and fields and see specks of white, blue and grey blowing in the wind, it saddens me, and it takes away some of the beauty of the landscape. There are places for rubbish and waste – this is not it. To throw litter, cigarette butts – even gum – is lazy, disgusting, stupid and disrespectful to oneself and to others. It is not cool. I also hate bad manners – again, not cool. A fast-paced world does not mean ‘dog-eat-dog’, ‘every man for himself’, ’snooze you lose’. To be gracious, polite and honest, is not weak – as long as it’s backed with strength of character. And being curt, short, or dismissive, is NOT strong. To be direct and to the point is fine. But if it isn’t met with grace and empathy, then it’s simply rude – no matter how fast the world. Too, being creepy or snake-like, is not clever. The same goes for business. No matter what anyone says, business is no place for deception. It is not the playground of the sneaky. It is one thing to be shrewd, but it is quite another to pull the wool over the eyes of your ‘competition’. And I hate bad grammar. Short-hand in mobile phone texts is fine – I do it myself. But some of the spelling and grammar I see today – in the 21st century! – is appalling. Facebook status updates are a good example. I am amazed at the child-like sentences, grammar and spelling that I see from grown adults with families. I actually find it harder to read poor grammar than good grammar. In fact, I can be half-way through a badly-spelt/worded sentence only to give up for it taking too long to decipher. Good grammar is there to aid communication, not hinder it. This goes for verbal communication, too. By now, you’ve probably realised that I’m rather opposed to big government. There is a use for government, sure. But what we have today is WAY beyond what it should be. It makes enemies of itself and breeds resentment from – and between – the public. It is not good as it currently is. No animal likes to feel caged, and an animal that is threatened or surrounded is a dangerous animal indeed. My battle is not one of simple freedom from ‘nannying’. My fight is to take back what is ours, peacefully. Live and let live. Not ‘live, but if you step one foot out of line, you’re in trouble – oh, and by the way, we’re taking your hard-earned money to do whatever the hell we like with it – obey or prison!’ I don’t know for sure, but I think, after a good few years of conscious thought, I have come to the conclusion that if we weren’t ruled by a central, controlling, big government, that society would NOT break out into mindless violence (we would still have rational, fair laws, with fair punishments, and a body to enforce this). Also, I think that if we weren’t forced to share with strangers (I.E., the current social welfare system), that we would probably still be civil enough to help others out, donate to charities, and support causes, etc. I’m pretty sure that humans are generally empathetic creatures that don’t like seeing others suffering. I also think that by being free to help and support whom we decided we wanted to help and support – financially or otherwise – that we would be less resentful of others. In fact I hate ignorance. I am never failed to be disappointed when one of my fellow humans extols the virtues of the system, arguing the case that we need it as it is to ’stop things getting out of hand’. Such a foolish view it is to think that the captivity of the state protects us, or that socialism is good because it helps people. Are we all, then, rabid animals who would tear each other to shreds, never stopping to help others, just stupid, dumb imbeciles who would perish were it not for good old Westminster? I hate war, encourage peace, but am not a pacifist. This has not always been the case. I went through a phase where I was a pacifist, and I can remember a heated argument with my Dad about this – him arguing the case for war, and myself clinging to the belief that war was evil; “You can’t fight hate with hate. There is no excuse for murder. Etc, etc”. But as I matured, and my philosophy became more laser-targeted, I realised that, actually, there are irrational, violent people in this world that have no problem solving disputes with physical abuse and murder. And there’s no reasoning with people like this. Negotiation and words are futile with these folk. In fact I now encourage self defence, martial arts, and the learning of the ability to defend oneself and their loved ones – physically. I also stand for having armed forces, too, and praise those that protect my country from mad men. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate politicians, religious folks or royalty, as such. How could I? They’re human beings like me, doing what they think is right. Trouble is, I’m convinced they’re wrong. I love churches and cathedrals, the architecture of some historic government buildings, follies and castles. I’m spellbound by the sound of church organs, and I love to listen to evensong in churches or cathedrals. I don’t agree with what they’re singing about, or the images in their stained-glass windows (stunning and encapsulating), but the sound of it is mesmerising and sends shivers up my spine. I would never have such beautiful buildings demolished in the name of anything. But I would see them put to better use for us – and not by force. No. And how lucky to have a history full of kings, queens and knights. I’ll happily pay money to take a tour of a palace or castle. But it’s about time their power over their ’subjects’ is resigned to fairytales. This is my battle: freedom from oppression, and freedom from having to honour ancient, mystical beliefs. It’s my baby. Fighting for complete freedom, peacefully. It gives me something to aim for. I don’t like the dog-eat-dog attitude of society that is bread by the state and its restriction of our every move. It gets me riled, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back while the relentless barrage of news headlines showcase the prison walls growing around us. I want to help people break out of their self-chosen chains as I am doing, and I want us all to break free from the chains we’re all forced to wear. 2) The second reason I’ve chosen this path is because I want to be famous. There, I said it. Why do I want to be famous? Am I narcissistic? No. In listening to myself, it’s just a natural urge that I want to become the best I can be, and in doing so, with that, naturally, comes fame. I want to lead people, to inspire people, to give people hope. To wake people up. 3) The third reason I’ve chosen this path is that it’s fun. I love writing. I am in awe of the power of words. I may as well do something I love in life, and this is it. My angry rants you’ll read on this site are simply my passion for my fight for justice and liberty coming through. I love and get turned on by being on stage in front of a room full of people, with their eyes on me, be it public speaking or playing guitar and singing. I love performing. It makes me nervous, but it excites me. It also makes me proud when I think back to my old self as a meek follower, a mute at the back of the classroom, too scared to talk and to draw attention to himself. I love the power and glory that goes with this path. I want to be a hero. I want more of this, much more. 4) The fourth reason I’ve chosen this path is that it pays well. I want a good life. nay, I want a great life. A life full of fast cars, travel, boats, jets, fancy clothes, expensive gadgets, hobbies, skills, happy loved ones, motorbikes, adventure, good food. And while a lot of good stuff in life does come free, a hell of a lot of good stuff in life costs good money. There are good reasons for this. I’m more than okay with it. If I need to earn good money to have the good stuff above, then that’s fine by me. And if I can make that money by doing something I love, even better. |
I love this planet, and would like it to be here long after I’m gone. I recycle, because I’m aware of the logic of the mis-match of an ever-expanding race, and the limit of resources – so I abhor waste, and re-use and recycle what I can. I think our race is brilliant enough to work out a solution in time (whatever that may be), but I think re-use and less waste ensures we buy ourselves time in the interim. I plan to have children someday, and even though I won’t be present for all my future generations (at least I don’t think so), the thought of any of them struggling makes me feel grisly. My girlfriend thinks I’m crazy such is my mission against the waste of every drop of water, watt of electricity, and ounce of rubbish. Maybe I am crazy. I am probably eccentric. I simply care; and it’s as much for logical, scientific reasons than for anything else.These principles can be summed-up in The Scotty Stevens Show mission statement: “Improving The World, One Humanpreneur At A Time”.
I hope you’ve read and taken action at this page. If you here looking for help in getting your life on track, I really think that will help. And spend some time browsing the rest of the site.
As well, I ask that you contribute to our discussions on this site. Every few days, you will find another article on this site, expressing my views on issues currently gripping the world. Read the articles, comment, use the forum, have your say.
I know nothing. Nothing.
I don’t know what this life thing is. I’ve thought long and very hard about it, but to this day, I don’t know what it is. I don’t know if it’s a dream I’m having. I don’t know if I’m part of your dream. I don’t know if I’m an experiment. I don’t know if I’m a ghost. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I ‘die’. I just don’t know.
All I know are these things:
- I’m glad to be here;
- I don’t want it to end, because there are so many exciting things to do;
- It makes me feel good when I do stuff like drive fast, play guitar, make love, make people laugh, leave people better off than when I found them, play practical jokes, write, sincerely compliment people, receive sincere compliments off of others, make my girlfriend blush, stroke cute (or not) animals, eat sweets, win stuff, beat people in games/sports, receive a text from a loved, buy stuff, better myself, see new places, share a joke with a stranger, see my parents share a moment, play with others’ pets, learn about tales of glory, meditate, spend time with good friends, tell the truth, hug, kiss, hear church bells and to the sea breaking, pick myself up and dust myself down, listen to Radiohead, see United win, read, laugh at myself, dance like my Dad, laugh with others laughing at themselves, daydream about all of the above (and more);
- I can only make people feel as good as I currently am;
- I don’t like feeling caged, and I oppose any form of… oppression – for me or others. It doesn’t feel good to be forced to do stuff I know is wrong;
- I’ve never been exposed to a shred of evidence of the supernatural. It is because of this, as well as my experience of what’s logically possible in life, that I’m an atheist. Having said that, I’m aware that I lack the ability to disprove the supernatural. I actually hope that there is a heaven, because I don’t want this to end, and I would love to think that I could meet-up with lost loved ones again, sometime (as well as Jimi Hendrix, George Best and William Shakespeare), but I’ve seen no hint of proof that heaven or its ‘officers’ exists. So I spend my life in the realms of what I’m convinced is possible in life, as there is more beauty here than I think I could ever experience in a human lifetime. And, being pretty sure that my lifespan is limited, I just can’t justify wasting time daydreaming about other worlds. I undertook a brief, personal research mission years ago on this subject, but soon closed that chapter for the reasons already given. I’m not going to claim followers of religion are stupid, because for all I know, they really have been exposed to proof. I don’t know. But I don’t think so.
I’ve had an interesting journey in my life, so far. A journey that’s involved a lot of introspection. I’ve always been a thinker. I’ve always been one for letting myself get lost in tought over something. This isn’t always a good thing. But in general, it has been a very good thing. Most people don’t think nearly enough. And their juvenile philosophies on life a testament to that.
Throughout my life, I’ve been in countless jobs, I’ve tried many different schemes and scams, and I’ve had many businesses (I go into more detail on this in my life story, below). Consequently, I’ve mixed with people from all walks of life, all at varying statues and value. This has contributed to giving me a unique insight into the human mind and a mature philosophy to match. I no longer look at something without viewing the big picture.
By the way, the disclaimer at end of my posts is there because, as we grow, we learn, and with that comes a more mature perspective. Notably, the early posts on the site are transferred from my old philosophy site, ‘The God Is You’.
I in fact cringe at some parts of those articles at the immaturity and anger of them. So how could my views possibly stay the same? To think they could do is folly. A sad thing it is that people are afraid to change their mind for fear of looking wrong, stupid or confused.
Continuing, I’ve had many contrasting highs and lows in life. All of which have also contributed to my philosophy of life. Some (but not all) are included here.
The lows…
- School. An unknown, silent, festering fear of being seen, was causing me to feel alone, drifting;
- Being selected for the school football team (every boy’s dream), yet turning it down due to the lack in confidence to be on show;
- College. The fear now more tangible, leaving me powerless, left me to needing to hide away, keeping my self to myself;
- Being selected for the school choir (a great achievement for the new, but more than adept guitarist that I was), and again turning it down for fear of being on show;
- Early career. The growing, crippling shyness that was making me angry and jealous of those that could do every day things I found so hard to do, instilled a stifling sense of shame in me;
- The night a financial set-back prompted my speeding off in my car, driving way too fast, with my eyes closed, hands off the wheel, in a seething rage, and nearly killing myself in the process;
- The long, lonely, three hour walk home one night after a night out with friends when my twisted shame of comparative under-achievement got the better of me;
- The night I sank low enough to pay a visit to a ‘massage parlour’ for a cheap blow job – that I couldn’t even afford to pay for;
- Further set-backs, left me, one night, hanging out a second story window in a drunken misery, questioning the futility of my life;
- Inadvertently drinking a spiked drink on my birthday night out, going crazy, being taken to hospital and scaring off a perfectly good girlfriend in the process;
- In a weak period, a confrontation with an angry, drunk work colleague at a works night out that left me in a sobbing, drunken, quivering mess, bearing the shame in the presence of my colleagues back at work until I left the job months later (I redeemed myself soon after in a successful, sober confrontation back at work, putting him in his place. A boost I needed at the time, and a prelude of the character that lay dormant, bursting to emerge);
- The long period of acute shame, too scared to leave the house, my inferiority complex and feeling of worthlessness, failure and insignificance eating me alive. The dread of impending family gatherings due to the overbearing disgust of my status, failed ‘big ideas’, car, clothes, inability to buy rounds of drinks or birthday/Christmas gifts, etc. Even the shame of having to borrow money off my Mum to buy her Mothers Day present;
- The long period of helplessness, frustration, and anger at my situation, that often led to losses of temper and the smashing-up of furniture, office equipment, doors, etc – and the succession of therapists I saw in attempts to cure this;
- The endless years of putting my family through hell with the constant lying, to the point where the truth and lies blurred into one;
- A constant stream of failures leaving me deep in debt without credit, resources or tools, making it harder to try again, filling me with utter hate. The depression and resentment at others’ successes, and good news of engagements/marriages, new babies, new houses, job promotions, business achievements, etc, etc, etc.
The highs…
- The turning point in my life when I ’saw through the looking glass’ for the first time (see my life story below);
- My business team leader inviting me to speak at the next meeting for my first talk and the subsequent, first applause I’d ever received for speaking;
- My continued speaking success and the invitation by top business movers and shakers to speak at their meetings;
- The night, at a business team meeting/get together at the mansion of the head of our organisation, a millionaire, in a discussion with him later that night, commending me on my introduction speech and telling me that I could become a millionaire if I worked on my speaking;
- My winning awards for business growth and recruitment;
- My first significant business success, raking in thousands from an online venture;
- My first social successes after I started forcing myself to meet new people, going out at night and speaking to strangers;
- My first guitar/singing gig after my depression;
- The moment I finally made a success of a business and quit dependency on employment for good;
- The first celebrity comment on my website.
In conclusion, my outlook is built on a lifetime of exalting highs and bitter lows – of stark contrast. There have been no, real external, family tragedies in my life; my tragedies have all been within. Demons that I hid for years, only letting those close enough to me know the truth.
My credibility and warranty of giving the coaching and advice that I do, I think you’ll agree, is vindicated by my life experience, my growth from the bottom to success, and, as you’ll see, a well-worn philosophy on life that is showcased on this site. This is why you should listen to me.
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At 25, I was £28,000/$48,000 in debt, with no car, no savings, no investments, no credit, a below-average income, and a job and lifestyle I hated.
But I had a dream…
It started when I was 18. A credit card offer came through my door. “Free money!”, I exclaimed. This was to be the start of a long and valuable lesson. In fact, make that a very long and very valuable lesson.
I didn’t realise it the time, but I’d just taken my first step on a long journey. A discovery. Not just of life, but of myself. Of course, the two are the same. It’s a long story. Let me give you the condensed version…
I was a bit of a wandering soul, as a child. Didn’t really have any direction. Didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my life, except to become the world’s greatest guitarist(always a dream of mine).
I drifted through school, constantly changing my mind as to what I wanted to be when I left. I’ve always been into art and drawing, so for a time, I wanted to be a cartoonist. And later-on, I wanted to be a vet.
And then I went to Florida on a family holiday, decided I liked dolphins, so I now wanted to be a marine biologist. Then a marine zoologist. Then just a zoologist. And then ‘Jurassic Park’ came out, and I wanted to be a palaeontologist.
But then I realised I actually hated studying, and the thought of spending another four years of studying – after finishing college – bored the hell out of me. I decided to ‘play it by ear’.
I chose three ‘cop-out’ A’Levels to study at the no-brainer, easy-to-get-to 6th Form college, that was on the same campus as the school I’d just spent the last four years at – five minutes walk away. So it was the ‘easy’ choice.
I scraped a pass in ONE of those three A’ Levels (English Language), and decided to take a ‘year-out’ to ‘think about my options’ (translation: try and work-out exactly what the hell I wanted to do with my life).
So I did some more drifting. Went from one job to another, trying to find the perfect job for me. Realised later there wasn’t one. Wrote some songs and tried to get a band together – to keep the guitar-playing dream alive. But I was going nowhere, fast.
At the same time, that credit card offer had come through the post. And I learned how to shop. And boy, did I shop! You name it, I bought it. Fairly innocent stuff like guitars, amplifiers and other musical equipment, CD’s, films, clothes, shoes, nights out at restaurants, cinemas, clubs, pubs.
And a few ‘other things’ that don’t bear mentioning here…
I spent whatever the banks would lend me. And at the time, I was paying the minimum payments every month, so my credit was good. My reward for this was an increased credit limit, which equated to more of the same. I didn’t realise it at the time, but I was falling deeper, and deeper into debt…
It took a shock to the system to finally wake me up from my drifting. But it would be still some time before I acknowledged I had a spending disease…
The shock to my system came when at 22, my girlfriend of eighteen months decided we were over. I was devastated. Okay, we’d had an on-off relationship, and we used to argue all the time. But I’d become comfortable. It was easy. It turned-out to be one of the turning points of my life. Like I said, it was a shock to the system.
After about a month of being alone, I said to myself, “Is this it? Is this life? Where am I? Where am I going? Is this how it’s going to be for the rest of my life?”. Now, that scared the hell out of me. It was time to move jobs again. I looked in the job section of the local paper. And for the 1st time, I looked right through it…
…Right through to the small, lineage ads that I’d always thought were the scams.
I noticed an ad that said something like, ‘make £500 per week in your spare time from home’. I picked-up the phone, invited the man round, he interviewed me and left me with a video. I think I must have worn that video out. Working from home, making great money part-time, travelling the world , wearing expensive clothes and driving fast cars? Yes please!
my first network marketing company
To cut a long story short, I spent the next two years having the time of my life, meeting people, doing things I never thought I’d do, like presenting a business to strangers in their own homes, doing talks in front of dozens of people and winning awards for progress in the business.
It was going great! I’d started to dream! I realised I had dreams inside me I never knew I had. I wanted to travel, so badly! I wanted the fast cars, nice clothes and the beach body – and why not? I made plans. I knew what I was going to do tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, next year, five years time and ten years time. I’d found myself, finally.
Do you remember that spending disease I said I had? Well, I still had it…
I was still spending money I didn’t have – only this time, I was spending it on the business, too. Advertising, marketing, fuel, meetings, seminars, conferences, accommodation, etc, etc, as well as spending it on all the other ‘bad stuff.’ I was getting myself so far into debt, I had to get another credit card to pay for the payments on the other one.
And then I had to get another one. And another one. Until I had four credit cards. And an overdraft. “It’s Okay,” I told myself. “I’ll be making loads of money, soon, and I’ll be able to pay it all back”. Oh, how I was wrong. It turned-out, that after years years, I had to leave that business.
How could I carry it on? I was spending more money than I was making!? So I did leave. And promptly joined another one, as well as a couple of other things in the background to try and pay for the running of the new business. It was becoming a joke. I was STILL going nowhere. What was I going to do? Am I just not made for business, or something?
It came in the summer of 2002 when I received an email from my ’sponsor’ of the second network marketing company I was in at the time. The email itself was nothing spectacular – it was just regarding a meeting we’d had, or something.
But it was his email signature that caught my eye: ‘Have You Tried Mining Gold On The Internet?’, or something like that. “Mining Gold?”, I thought. I clicked through the link, read an amazing sales letter about how you could make thousands on the internet, didn’t think twice, and bought the ebook.
Thus began my internet marketing education. The BEST education I’ve ever had. But what about the debt problem? Well, unfortunately, I had to get about as low as a human can possibly get before, after God-knows how many years – four? five? six? – I realised enough was enough. It happened on the night of one of my mate’s stag parties…
I pulled-up to the cash point after leaving my house, to get some money for drinks for the evening. “£10 is all I can afford,” I thought, walking toward the machine, wondering how the heck I was ever going to have fun on a measly £10. “Nothing new, there,” I mused.
I put my card into the wall, and suddenly I had something else to think about. I was overdrawn. Again. But I wasn’t just ‘overdrawn’. I was past my agreed overdraft limit, and into the red, for which I would be hit with another charge. Something must have come out of my account that I’d forgotten to account for. The thing was, this wasn’t the first time it had happened. And I was sick of it.
I was sick of being ’sick of it’. I’d had enough of having enough. I couldn’t take anymore. I got back into my car, and I just drove. I got onto the motorway, put my foot down, took my hands of the wheel, closed my eyes and screamed out in rage. But something stopped me from doing the unthinkable. My dreams. I calmed myself down, and I drove and drove and drove. And then I got out the car, and I walked. And I thought. And I cried. “I can’t live like this anymore. I just can’t”.
Without really noticing it, I’d got myself into quite some mess. I was 25, £28,000 in debt, with no savings, no investments, no credit, a below average income, a job I hated, and a non-existent lifestyle.
My family hated me…
Creditors were constantly asking me for money I just didn’t have, and my parents being as they are, always stepped-in to help me. But the mess was upsetting them. My Mum would cry herself to sleep. My Dad was disgusted with me. My brother and sister hated what I was doing to the family. I sought counselling for my problems. A way out.
Lately, I’d felt so low I felt like driving off a cliff, or driving into a wall at top speed, or jumping off a bridge, or whacking my head against a wall so hard it would kill me.
That night, I drove home, and I began to turn things around…
Over the next few months I got busy. I made deals with my creditors for how much I could pay every month. I worked hard to pay the bills. I’d sold my car by now, so I was saving money on tax, insurance, MOT, fuel, maintenance, etc.
I immersed myself into my internet marketing. I lost quite a bit of money along the way, but this time it was just money that I would otherwise have spent going out or being crazy, so I wasn’t getting any further into debt anymore.
I started ‘Nunkey Publishing’ – my first baby. This was to be my digital information publishing company that all my online marketing would be done under.
I was making loads of mistakes, but I was learning all the ways that didn’t work. I realise now that this is one of the best ways to learn, by making mistakes. I was homing-in on my winning formula. And on the 27th March, 2004, the breakthrough. My first sale, online…
I screamed, “Yes! I’m on my way!” For the first time in years, I cried a different kind of tear. From now on, I was unstoppable. I had a formula, now. All I had to do was to keep doing what I was doing, and everything I’d been dreaming about over the last four years would start to come true. But then things were about to get even better…
I built a paintball website, stuck up some ads, made some more money, and realised, that if I repeated the process, I could earn much more. So over the next few months I built 30 of these sites, and was raking in thousands. I had my problems along the way, don’t worry. When you want something so badly, you’re working so hard to get it, yet you’re still so far away – it’s easy to come off the rails sometimes. I was working until 02.00 – 04.00 in morning most days (sacrificing most things pleasurable along the way including my own band).
Then I decided I wanted to embrace the new wave of multi-media happening online – audio and video. I also decided I wanted more than just throw-away sites. I wanted to build a website of value, that I could enjoy running, so I built a free guitar tuition site. I play the guitar anyway, so it was the natural thing for me to do. The idea was to give away free audio lessons that would link to the paid video version. It took off, and I later closed it with some glowing testimonials:
“Very sorry to here the daily lessons are stopping, you have certainly rekindled my interest in my guitar, I was getting very frustrated with tabs…
-Stan”
“Had no idea I was headed this direction in my life when I landed on your site. I mean, this is a total change in thinking in my guitar playing…
-Shirley”
“if it’s any consolation I did get something out of your lessons and a wee bit seems to have stuck with me, so thank you for that…
-Donnie”
Since I made my decision at 22 to go it alone, more than anything, the journey revealed to me exactly who I was, and how far away I was from becoming the man I wanted to be. With this came a lot of highs and lows, which you can see previously on this page.
I’ve been in and out of varying jobs to support myself, and met people from all walks of life. It’s been a fascinating journey and has led me to becoming the man I am now, with a rich philosophy, zest for life, and some exciting goals.
I want to travel the world a successful entrepreneur with a laptop under my arm, guitar on my back, and a surfboard on the roof rack, living the playboy lifestyle, immersing myself in the cultures, languages, religions, beliefs, histories, philosophies, cuisines, fashions, music, art, writings, cities and beaches of the world.
I will, over the next five to ten years, cover the entire globe, soaking it all up, developing my own philosophy, spreading my message, living as a humanpreneur, inspiring and teaching others to do the same, and becoming the man whose image is cemented in my mind. I see this world and the way people are, and it both excites and angers me. I want to be the man – along with those that join me along the way – that steers it in the right direction. Toward a destination for the betterment of the human race.
I won’t plug-in to the system like the rest of society; I despise the system, everything it creates, and the sheep it breeds. I want to ultimately replace the system with a much more free way of living, wresting rights and control back from power-hungry bureaucrats and into the hands of the individual. I work towards the establishment of a laissez-faire capitalist economy, the celebrating of individuality, and, ultimately, fostering a more advanced human race, built on freedom, individualism and truth.
Eventually, when I settle down a wise man, with the right woman, and a beautiful family, somewhere exotic and simple, somewhere that has grabbed me on my travels, somewhere hot, on a white beach, with waves fit for surfing, with a lovely community – not too far from the city, will my life’s work will truly begin, raising amazing kids to continue from where I will someday leave off.
This can be summarised in my personal mission statement, which is: “To live my life as a humanpreneur”.
I’m proud to be human and I care about my race. We are the greatest race that’s ever graced this planet. We are not a rabid, warmongering race of mindless cannibals and destructive megalomaniacs – that’s the tiny minority.
I’m excited about what I can achieve as a man and we as a race, and I will not stand by and watch ourselves get eaten alive by a sub-human, irrational, bottom-feeding, sub-culture, the anti-human laws that protect them, the doctrine of altruism, an association of power-hungry, bureaucratic little boys and a chameleonic, mystical faith that preaches such insanity as mediocrity as a virtue, self-sacrifice for an imaginary second, supernatural life and the believing of ghosts.
I fight only for myself and for those whom also want to fight. My cause? Freedom, greatness, individuality, love, truth, justice and morality.
I have other, more audacious dreams that I won’t go into, here, for fear of appearing as deluded as an X-Factor warbler who dreams of mega-stardom. But these massive, beautiful dreams have me insanely excited and focused. I also don’t want the dreams to be copied before I do them. You’ll understand, some day.
I have dreams that revolve around my other love, the guitar. I would love to travel the globe learning the guitar music of the world by the masters that play it. Rock in England, folk guitar in England, Spanish in Spain, classical in France or Germany, Hungarian in Hungary, Indian sitar in India, African in Africa, jazz in New Orleans, blues in Chicago, banjo, lap steel and bluegrass in southern USA, country in Nashville. I also have a dream where I make an outstanding performance on the ‘Jools Holland’ show. But enough about that.
I expect you’re probably thinking that this is no ordinary ‘About’ page, but I didn’t want to bore you with some grey, empty, ordinary story. I tell you this story because it may trigger something inside you. I hope it does. There really is more to life out there than what we’ve been led to believe. It really is there for the taking. That’s my story.
I truly wish you the kind of success in your life, that I’m starting to experience in mine.
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Scotty Stevens
The Humanpreneur
"mecum et incipio et finio"
Disclaimer: As per my Terms And Conditions, this post reflects my philosophy at the time of writing, and may not necessarily correlate with my life's outlook as you read it, now.
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