This testimony is dedicated to my beloved mentor Mark HAMILTON…

NEO-Testimony.
Patrice KUO
This testimony is dedicated to my beloved mentor Mark HAMILTON
This is my humble testimony.
I was born in Africa from loving parents who taught all their children values
mostly through observation.
My mom is a quiet and reserved young sexagenarian lady and my dad was
a very private man who seems like a god to me.
We were taught about love in action by observing our parents and we grew
with a deep love for each other and our peers.
I started very brilliant in life, curious, always around books.
Comics were my favorite and I learned a lot about the world by reading them.
One thing was certain, I thought differently than most people around me and
I felt different.
I did not have a lot of friends growing up but those few that were in my circle
were very precious to me.
I always had a high consideration for friendship and its basis, honesty.
I had a wonderful childhood and teenage years, nothing really extraordinary
but the essential I needed was there, love, compassion and attention.
When I reached eighteen, I traveled to France a couple of years after the
transition of my dad to go on with my studies and that’s where everything
started to collapse.
I was facing a new culture, stress, hypocrisy, loneliness, homesickness
and indifference.
I did what I could to fit in but I started to ponder a lot of questions in my
mind and I couldn’t find answers relating to them.
The world I experienced in my mind was different from the one I was facing,
both did not match.
I then became a mystic because I was looking for answers and there was no
way for me to find them in my supposed reality.
I became more introverted, unhappy, left behind and disappointed by the
ways of the world.
I was hooked. My spirituality became more important than anything to me
and I started to lose ground.
My studies were suffering, my social and financial life too.
I felt into a deep depression that lasted twelve years, until Neothink came
into my life.
I wasn’t religious as such but I was spiritual and there is quite a difference.
Mostly everything I believed about life was not shared by the common
people I met every day.
I was determined to find an equivalent of my conception of life but I was
looking in the wrong direction.
The world was cold and spirituality offered me a dream world where I
could take refuge and forget that everything is not all right.
My irresponsibility grew by leaps and bounds.
I decided to go elsewhere to find myself and I chose the US because one of
my sisters was already living there.
In 1999, I landed to the East Coast, feeling like a new person again but little
did I know, I forgot that wherever I go, I take myself with me.
I was seized by the illusions of the world once again and I kept searching
spiritually for an oasis of peace into which were added the American Dream.
I spent many years not knowing where I was going, doors kept shutting
down on me, opportunities were scarce.
I had to live once again with a cultural stress and also I had to face a new
language, English which I learned in school but I didn’t stress its importance
until then.
French is my first language and although English and French were the
languages in use in my birth country, I come from the French side.
I had to teach myself the English language to adapt to my new world.
I couldn’t buy into the lies of the world and I was punished for it and with
time, I found ways to punish myself.
I became then an illegal immigrant and life became so tough that I didn’t
have words to describe it.
A lot of people always come to me on the street or people I got involved
with and they said there is something beautiful about me that called out
to them.
Other people even try to exploit that but luckily, I always found a way to
get rid of them and go on with my life and this with a lot of struggles.
Nothing changed and I experienced a lot of misery and hard time.
There was a time where I didn’t have the will to fight anymore, I was ready
to die.
I couldn’t find work to pay my bills.
I was always tired, heavy, depressed and I couldn’t care less.
I lost the little things I had, my car, my apartment and even the few friends
I had turned their back on me.
Emotions of all kind were buried within me and I developed a psychosomatic
disease that render my life miserable.
I didn’t call it like that at the time. I thought the world was doing it to me
but I ignored my involvement and approbation.
I was doing it to myself.
People despised me, insulted me, called me names, even those close to me.
I had nowhere to go and I had a dream where I was asked to go to my
sister’s place and I did.
The living was though and I had to sacrifice myself to the altar as usual
which enhances my unhappiness.
When I couldn’t go on, I call for help from the depth of my being.
Few days later, I received the Neothink letter on the mail.
When I read it, I found hope but I had mixed feelings because I didn’t want
to fall into a cult.
However, my child of the past will not let it go. He brought me to this letter
again and again until I couldn’t think about anything else.
I didn’t have a dollar on my name to purchase the books and my bank account
was closed few months earlier for insufficient funds.
I received some unexpected money at the right time from my mom and I
ordered the book.
I had to struggle to get the two other heirlooms but I did get them through
borrowing from a friend and my sister. I can’t thank them enough.
I went through the first heirloom from cover to cover without going to the
essence of it. These were new concepts to me although I have thought about
some of them before but not in a so integrated way.
My mind was challenged during all the three heirlooms and I read them
every day for hours.
Neothink became a center of my life and I rediscovered my FNE, writing.
I decided to write about the religious hoax but I had to take it from where
I was, in the midst of my mysticism and see my thinking evolve with my
writing.
In less than fifteen months at this time, I have created five sound books and
I am halfway to the sixth one.
These are books like I rarely had the opportunity of reading and I can tell
you that I am an enthusiast reader.
With neothink and other Neothink techniques, everything is possible.
Who thought an immigrant who couldn’t align two words in English can
possibly do that but I did and my creations are mind-boggling to say the least.
I felt alive once again and I started improving.
I apply a discipline-thought-control as I never experienced before.
My creations were everything to me and nothing else really matters.
I understood the meaning of time.
I knew that until I heal my mysticism, it will be difficult to exploit the neotech
material as it should be but I took it one day at the time.
It finally happened and I was free at last.
I am now in my right mind and I found a society that reflects my view of
the world.
My child of the past is so excited about our union and it is so good to know
that I was not the crazy one as some people called me.
I am now planning to establish my own business and I am confident that
with the Neothink tools, it will be a success over time.
I owe all of this to my mentor and dear friend, Mark Hamilton.
I do not have words to express my gratitude but I know that I will have to
invent superlatives to describe what you did for me.
You saved my life and you gave it a purpose.
You are also giving to me the opportunity to do the same for others.
I can’t possibly repay that.
I know that the time of an unique savior has come to its ending and we are all
called to be the saviors of the world.
Neothink brothers and sisters, I extend my love and appreciation to you
for I learned a lot about you and myself through the forums.
You are all so valuable to me.
I am so proud to be a member of this society.
We will all make it and our vision will become a reality.
Only time will tell.
I love you all.
Honestly,
Patrice K.