Ever since the eclipse took place last week, I've been feeling a little "off."
And I cannot for the life of me put my finger on it.
I think the world as we know it is coming to an end. Some might view that as being a "doomsday" prediction.
While others -- myself included -- might consider it something new to look forward to.
I've noticed that the fabric of our institutions and traditions seem to be crumbling. What always was...isn't anymore.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Let this be a fair warning, my friend.
We are BEYOND worrying about just the economy right now.
We're WELL BEYOND worrying about all the other crap that seems to get stuck in everyone's craw these days from transgender people to abortion to our court system to...whatever.
It's like fighting with someone who just stole five bucks from you at the beach...all the while the water disappears, fish are flapping around, and a tsunami is silently forming in the background.
THAT is what's happening now.
And no, we're not talking about an economic collapse like 2008...although that'll likely be part of this "falling apart" we're experiencing.
This time it's different, folks. And if we can get through it, there will be a brilliant path forward for you and everyone else.
That is IF we can get through it.
Now let's tackle the part that's probably going to affect you the most: economics, money, and survival.
Let's be real: most people are NOT surviving very well at the moment. Much of this economic demise is being masked for political reasons.
It's like when major cities host the Olympics and they sweep the streets, rid the homeless, throw up facades if they have to, all for the intent on HIDING what's really going on behind the curtain of society.
And if you're not alert, prepared, and already armed with a NEW tool for survival, you won't make it. It'll be anarchy in the streets. Mark my words. Then it'll come down to survival of the fittest.
What will you do when that happens?
Our biggest threat right now is Artificial Intelligence. If you were ever worried about "illegals" and people "overseas" taking over your job...that'll be LAUGHABLE compared to when AI comes for your job. Or your business. Or your ONLY livelihood.
And it's coming. Fast. Like a freight train in the night that just lost its breaks.
So, what do you do?
I'm doing something pretty amazing for my students which I'll be outlining at great length next Wednesday. (CLICK HERE to register for it.) It's going to be AMAZING.
But...here's the deal. Since what I'm doing is the most budget-friendly option for you to become wealthy in a little-known set of powerful money-making strategies, I'm offering a DEEP DISCOUNT for those of you who jump on board NOW (before the training).
I will warn you. Once the training begins...the price will DOUBLE. I'm not messing around here. And once it doubles, it'll just keep going up from there.
What IS it...you're probably wondering?
CLICK HERE and check out a brief video that talks all about it.
Even better, I have top-rated entrepreneurs who are already part of the group...and some of them are making A LOT of money every month. One woman is making over $100,000 per month. She's already part of the group. And you can direct message her ANY TIME for tips, tricks, and strategies on how SHE does it.
In fact, during the training next week (CLICK HERE to register now), I'll show you some of the other students who are making bank with this highly profitable home-business secret who are already part of my group...the same group you're about to become part of once you CLICK HERE NOW.
Remember, you'll have until right before the training (next Wednesday evening) to get in at the basement-bottom deal. And then the price will double instantly within a few minutes before the training starts.
Once you watch the training and you get the gist of this powerful and profitable business, you'll be kicking yourself for not getting in BEFOREHAND.
Just a fair warning.
See you at the top!
Your mentor,
Monica Main
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I'm in the process of buying my dad a condo in Florida.
And to get MAX leverage, it's best to put down a down payment and take out a mortgage. I love this strategy because I can pay off the mortgage quickly and it gives me a nice boost on my personal credit reports.
So...I'm used to the loan process. I've been through it many times.
But this year -- 2024 -- there's something weird going on.
The mortgage lenders and banks have become so much more STRICT than they've ever been...likely already seeing troubled waters down the road with elevated foreclosures and short sales on the books...information that the rest of the population doesn't get to see until it's too late (and the market is collapsing around our ears).
My mortgage broker took my exact information from last years' house purchase...a house I've already paid off.
On top of that, I'm getting a loan for HALF the amount of my house, again, using the SAME financial info from last year with a HIGHER FICO this time around. So...by all accounts, I should be qualified with flying colors, right?
This is when things got strange.
I get royalties from my book The Lost Secret. Royalties are pretty important in the world of getting a personal mortgage, believe it or not. It considered the highest form of income for some reason.
But what she asked me for next kind of shocked me. She said, "Can you get some royalty statements for the next 3 years?"
Huh?
I then asked her, "Can you get me your bank statements for the next 3 years?"
Because that's just how freaking ridiculous her request was.
A royalty statement is much like a quarterly bank statement that you'd only get AFTER the close of the prior quarter. (No before, obviously.)
So, for someone -- ANYONE -- to ask me for the next 3 years of these royalty statements is essentially asking someone to commit fraud. She wanted some Excel spreadsheets from the publisher and I asked her how getting this paperwork was possible.
She didn't provide an answer which means... "Just doctor them up, baby!"
I refuse to commit loan fraud. NOT happening.
I had to pull my loan from her and give it to a different broker who was able to get me the loan I needed within 48 hours.
Utterly ridiculous.
My point here is this: I have pristine credit (800+ FICO), no debt, and a REALLY good income. And yet here, in 2024, I'm barely able to qualify for less than 1/3 the amount of personal mortgages I had last year (that are ALL paid in full, by the way) using the exact same paperwork (tax returns, etc.) I had last year.
This means that the tides are changing in the mortgage lending industry to mitigate future loss...that's coming like a tsunami.
So, what do you do if you want to make money in real estate? How do you buy a property if lenders and banks are more strict THAN EVER?
I have ONE strategy that you can use. And it's so simple, so effective, and so freaking amazing, you'll wonder why you haven't been using this secret all along.
Listen, the economic sands are shifting again. And it's happening quick. It's almost like dealing with a leaky damn that's about to break. And when it breaks, it'll happen SUDDENLY without warning, like an explosion.
Those of us who watch the economy -- we won't be surprised. Those of you who have been ticking along -- thinking everything is A-OK -- you'll be caught with your pants down.
Do you really want that?
I didn't think so.
CLICK HERE to find out how you can wildly profit with this upcoming economic tsunami that's close up ahead and how you can get cash flowing properties left and right with this ONE little "no credit" strategy.
See you at the top!
Your mentor,
Monica Main
P.S. I shot a quick video last week that explains my entire wealth strategy for today's economic market. CLICK HERE to watch it. I think it'll open your eyes about a lot of things.
6 Homes Were Acquired in 11 1/2 Months Using NONE of My Own Credit...and They Currently Give Me OVER $28K Per Month in NET Cash Flow
Even more incredible, the $144K it cost to acquire these properties was NOT my money.
I explain how I did it in a power-packed training...likely my best training yet.
In a nutshell, the strategy I now use is called "subto" or "subject to" and it's the best way to acquire cash flowing properties.
Why? Because banks and lenders have gotten EVEN MORE STRICT on their lending requirements in the past few months. What was "doable" to get financing for last year is IMPOSSIBLE right now. Banks and lenders know the numbers (even if foolish Americans and politicians don't see it yet) and that is this...our economy is about to fall off a cliff. Precautions have to be made. And those without a solid credit rating (800+ FICO) and two years of a REALLY GOOD INCOME (hundreds of thousands of dollars per year in net income), you don't have a chance in hell in qualifying for a mortgage with this tightened up criterion.
So, what do you do when trying to invest in property for cash flow?
Here are your options right now:
Option A: Get a loan from a bridge or hard money lender. (This is ONLY acceptable for non-owner occupied properties.) The interest is high but at least you'll be able to buy your cash flowing property. You will have to have 20% cash down and a solid mid-FICO score to pull this off.
Option B: "Subto." This is when you take over an existing mortgage, likely with a much lower interest rate than what you can get today. You'll be able to help someone get out of a mortgage that they may not be able to afford anymore and they're struggling to sell their house in this softer real estate market. It's a win-win for everyone.
I talk all about how this works in my power-packed training.
CLICK HERE to watch the training now. This WILL change your entire perspective on cash flowing real estate, how to acquire properties, and how to finally make your real estate investing dream a reality.
In January of last year, little did I know that I was sitting on the threshold of a tsunami of change that I would have never anticipated in my wildest dreams.
February rolled around. I had this odd dream about my deceased mother. She was showing me a map of the panhandle of Florida...a map I knew well due to my many years of real estate investing. She showed me a brand-new house, told me to choose the one closest to the ocean, told me the price, said escrow would be rocky in the beginning but not to worry because we'd close...and that we'd definitely be moving to Florida.
Huh?
Moving out of state was kind of always a distant fantasy of mine, being that I had gotten to the point where I hated Southern California with a passion over my 35+ years I had lived there.
California, in my opinion, had only gotten worse in the past decade, only greatly enhanced by the pandemic with an explosion of crime and homelessness at levels I had never seen before.
Leaving my house each day felt less like an adventure and more like a life-risking ordeal. My life could have ended at any point between my house and my office, only a few miles away, among the many perils from a car jacking, road rage incident, robbery at gunpoint at my corner gas station, or by a hopped up crack addict who'd light me afire if I didn't give him enough pocket change for his next hit.
Think I'm exaggerating?
Take a trip to LA. Then we can compare notes when you get back...
IF you get back.
But for me, it was the classic "Boiling Frog Syndrome." You've heard of that, right?
It's when you get used to something getting so bad that you don't notice over time...because you become immune to it. You get used to the way things are. So when things get fractionally worse, you hardly notice. Then they get worse and worse and worse...even by single digit percentages, so seemingly small, but over time it's a monumental change...one that you don't seem to notice because you've been sitting in the pot since the water was warm. Now it's 200 degrees and you don't even notice because the temperature went up only one degree at a time over a long time...until you're cooked and it's too late!
So, I was "okay" with being in California. I was just...used to it. And I think I lost such a huge chunk of my soul at that point, I barely noticed whether I was content or discontent. I just...flatlined. And I accepted that maybe that's just the way things are supposed to be. And that I'd be okay until I'd die, I guess.
That's when I had "the dream" with my mom.
But it wasn't enough for me.
Until it snowed.
Yes, it snowed in Stevenson Ranch where I lived.
I immediately went to Zillow.com, looked at new houses in the panhandle of Florida, and chose the one closest to the ocean. I called the builder's office and as the phone rang, I told myself, If this is meant to be, I'll get a hustler sales person and it'll happen like greased lightning.
Guess what? No surprise. I got a hustler real estate agent who worked for the builder. And it all happened like greased lightning.
I got the house for the price my mom said it would be. To the penny.
The rest of the spring and summer was all about packing, sending Pods, packing some more, sending more Pods...just packing, moving in a seemingly never-ending way until it was over.
To cap it all off, we went to Paris on a trip we had planned pre-pandemic. I thought... What a great way to end the move than to take a relaxing trip to France. Not realizing that I simply was not prepared for a trip of any kind and I would have been better off sitting at the beach for 2 weeks instead. After all, I live in Panama City Beach right now. Why would I need to take a vacation? I'm already on vacation 24/7.
Now here I sit one year later, thinking about where I was in early January 2023, and realizing that I was on the threshold of something really big and incredibly fantastic...and I didn't even know it yet.
What great threshold are YOU sitting on right now? And where might you be one year from now?
Only time will tell. But I will say this: YOU have to have a hand in the change. YOU have to dare to do something different. Because if you don't, I can tell you where you'll be in one year from now. Exactly where you are now. And if you don't like it, oh well. It'll be all your fault with nobody else to blame.
Think about this: What if I didn't listen to my mom's dream? What if I didn't go on Zillow to look at listings in the area I believed my mom was describing in the dream? What if I didn't pick up the phone make the call to the real estate agent in Florida? What if I never put in an offer or followed through on any of the other MANY steps required to make this massive positive change happen in my life?
Exactly. NOTHING would have happened.
And how many times have YOU not did the research, made the phone calls, or followed through on the dreams you had for yourself and your life?
Isn't it time to CHANGE that?
(I think so.)
It starts by CLICKING HERE. This is that ONE THING that can change everything for you. And it's not something you should take lightly.
See you at the top!
Your mentor,
Monica Main
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For those of you who have been following my "father debacle," you'd know that there's been A LOT going on with him.
And what I'm about to tell you will freaking SHOCK your socks off.
But for those of you who don't know, let me give you the "short" version of the story.
My dad lived with me for 3 years. On December 31st of last year, I sent him back home to work things out with his estranged wife. I wouldn't allow him to bury his head in the sand anymore and made him "face the music" with her, whether that meant filing for divorce, patching things up, or whatever.
Little did I know that the decision I made to send him back almost killed him. Literally.
You see, I didn't know it but while my dad was living with me, he continued to support his wife's household. In other words, he kept paying all the bills on his house while she lived there.
But...
The part he DIDN'T tell me was that he started going into debt to continue supporting her. Mind you, this is the same woman who was living in his house that's solely titled to him and...didn't want him to live there.
But, she didn't mind him paying all the bills because she hadn't worked since the late 90s so she lived a pretty posh freeloading lifestyle. For decades.
My dad is quite a bit older than she is. And as he got older, his body started to give out. He couldn't work as hard or as long as he used to. Which is why he wasn't able to maintain the household as well as he did before.
I kept telling my dad, "Sell that f****** house!" He refused.
And then push came to shove.
I was busy moving my entire household from California to Florida over a very long spring/summer of this year. I didn't notice much of what was going on with my dad. He lived about 90 minutes south of me in a little town in South Orange County called San Clemente. We hardly ever saw each other. Then I moved. And that was that. I thought everything was fine.
Then I came back to California in August because my daughter had Taylor Swift tickets for one of the LA shows.
I saw my dad while we were there. He wasn't looking so hot. I asked him if he was okay. He seemed fine...just depressed. I thought maybe the stress of the estranged marriage was finally starting to break him. I told him that I thought it was time for him to sell that house. He said he started talking to his wife about selling but the "talks" weren't going all that well. My dad seemed...slower. Kind of confused. Maybe a bit delusional. I just chalked it off as stress related and called it a day.
In November my daughter and I went back to California so she could visit with her dad for a week. I saw my dad while I was there and that's when things started to take a dark turn. He was NOT the same person anymore. He barely shuffled into the breakfast restaurant we agreed to meet at. His face was a chalky white-gray color. His eyes were sunken in his head. He seemed confused, completely out of it...as if someone gave him a strong dose of morphine. He was definitely weeks away from death, if that. Maybe days away. And I panicked.
I excused myself from the table and went to the lobby area of the restaurant where I called Ron Espinoza in a panic, asking him what I should do. I knew I needed to get my dad OUT of the situation he was in and I had to do it right away. I quickly formulated a plan, made arrangements to get my dad OUT of California ASAP, had my real estate agent bring a listing agreement for my dad to sign on the spot, and called the plan Operation Military Extraction.
Because that's what I felt like we were going to do: snatch him from his house in San Clemente and take him to Panama City Beach, Florida.
It would be more than two weeks after that day when we agreed to pick him up and drive him across the country. I silently wondered if he'd stay alive that long. Or if he's perish in that time frame before we could rescue him out of that situation.
The Saturday after Thanksgiving was his "extraction" date. Ron flew to John Wayne Airport in Orange County and drove him out of California to Vegas that day. My dad wanted to see his lifelong friend Patrick one last time before (presumably) his death.
The moment the two hit the road to Vegas, my dad called his soon-to-be-ex-wife Catherine and the first thing out of her mouth was...
"I'm still on your life insurance policy, right?"
Huh?
Ron looked at my dad with disgust...not believing that this wretched woman had said such a thing. No mention about his health, how he was feeling, etc. Just... "Am I still on the insurance policy?"
At that moment, Ron mentioned that he thought maybe my dad was poisoned. My dad was confused, disoriented, could barely walk, couldn't remember anything...was just a shell of a person. People in hospice care generally have more cognitive skills than my dad had at that time.
A few days later, Ron and my dad arrived in Panama City Beach. I immediately visited this "supplement wiz" in the local area who gave me a hardcore regimen of vitamins to help my dad flush out his system.
We had his blood drawn.
In the meantime, his bitch of a wife kept calling and texting, asking about the insurance policy. Over and over and over again...asking about whether she was still a beneficiary on the policy.
The blood results came back.
Turns out he WAS poisoned with cyanide...found in some brands of ant poison.
I asked my dad how she could have poisoned him. He said that she kept insisting there was an ant problem -- even though he never saw any ants in his house -- so she had him CONSTANTLY go out to buy different ant poisons to remedy the phantom ant "problem." She even had him buy several different brands because she said most of them didn't work.
Evidently she was using this poison...mixing it into his protein powder. Here he was having a daily protein shake, thinking it was making him healthier, and it turns out that it was killing him.
I've never been in a situation like this...a live unraveling episode of Dateline. And I have NO IDEA what to do.
I was so upset at her that I texted her...telling her that we know that she tried to poison him. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything and just sent the Sheriff to her doorstep.
As it stands now, they don't seem to take "attempted murder" all that seriously. Apparently someone actually has to get killed for the cops to care. She got rid of all the evidence, no doubt. The blood test just shows poison in his system. We have that. We have her text messages about the insurance money. But that's about it.
As of now, my dad is still healing. He's gaining his memory back slowly but surely. And I do believe that if it wasn't for those supplements, he'd likely not be alive right now. So, if I get to keep my dad and not have the bitch hag prosecuted for attempted murder, it's definitely the better scenario.
Plus...karma is always a bitch.
And as for the insurance policy? She was removed as the beneficiary the moment he hit Florida. So much for trying to kill him off for the money.
The moral of the story: enjoy life as much as you can. You never know if or when your last moments are.
See you at the top!
Your mentor
Monica Main
P.S. My Underground Secret Event in Detroit on May 17th, 18th, and 19th is filling up. (You can attend virtually or in person.) But, perhaps best of all, I have my SUPER DUPER WINTER BLOW OUT DEAL running right now where the price is a FRACTION of the regular cost, you can bring someone with you for free, and you'll get a whole pile of bonuses I've NEVER offered before. CLICK HERE to watch a quick video where I talk about the event and jump on board ASAP...before it's too late.
Listen, reality is, not many people have the money to get into cash flowing real estate.
The down payment requirement is 20% plus closing costs. Prices haven't crashed yet. (They're slowly going down like a deflating balloon.)
And if you want to make money using my cutting-edge highly profitable real estate investing strategy (which I'll also be explaining at the event), you MUST know this "no cash no credit" secret to go along with it.
CLICK HERE and I'll explain to you exactly what this is all about and what you'll be getting in bonuses. (It's pretty freaking phenomenal!)
Years ago I started sharing this story with my students around Thanksgiving about why I hate pumpkin pie; how my mom used to make pumpkin pies from scratch and she's make so many of them that she's force-feed the remaining balance (usually upwards of 6 or 7 pies) of what she couldn't give away to friends and family to both me and my brother.
And how, to this day, I absolutely refuse to eat pumpkin pie. In fact, I really don't like any pie at all. My brother Jason also feels the same way. I sent him a chocolate cake for Thanksgiving instead.
Interestingly enough, my daughter had her first "Thanksgiving feast" years ago when she was in elementary school where she got to eat pumpkin pie. She told me that it was so disgusting that she spit it out in a trash can.
And I laughed. I thought it was funny as hell. Could she have gotten the anti-pumpkin pie gene from me? (Nice thought, although I believe that would be considered scientifically impossible considering that my experience with pumpkin pie was entirely "environmental," if you know what I mean.)
I went on to say that the problem with the pie she ate was that it was store-bought. And the baked goods they sell in a store isn't nearly as good as the real thing. But I couldn't help myself in telling her my experience with real homemade pumpkin pie and why both me and her Uncle Jay refuse to eat any pie at all. She didn't say much other than to boldly state that she loves apple pie, as it's the greatest pie in the world, according to her.
It's interesting how life works, isn't it? I've come to understand so much about life in having a child's eyes to see the world through. And it's made me so grateful for all the good and even the challenges I face on a week-to-week basis.
If you think about it, no matter how hard things get, we really do have it good. Don't we? At least that's the way I see it. So many people are sitting in war-torn countries right now as we speak while praying they don't get shredded by a bomb, some are homeless in the cold, and some are even missing limbs.
We are blessed in so many ways and it's pretty easy to forget about all these daily miracles we get to reap. But maybe today, just once, we can see it for what it is and feel that deep sense of gratitude for everything we have and for everything we are.
If you're one of those people who actually believes you have nothing right now to be grateful for (hey, maybe it was a tough year for you) then at least feel grateful for what can manifest in your life in the months to come.
What a lot of people don't realize about me is that I don't care about any loss that may happen in my life (except for what's not replaceable). Why? Because I can create it again and again and again. I've taken a few major financial hits in my life. And with each time, I've gotten it all back plus some because I have the tools necessary to do it; these "tools" are nothing more than what I have stored in my brain.
When you're the goose that lays the golden egg and you know that you can create everything you want, it really does make a huge difference.
So, if this was a challenging year for you, be grateful for the amazing things that are coming up for you because you've done a few things that are pivotal in your life: (1) you've decided that you're not going to settle for less anymore, (2) you're going to get your ass out there and finally do this, and (3) you know that you can make this happen because you now have the tools to do this.
And that's all you need.
Be grateful and the seas will part for you.
I will be sharing more about what that means in the days to come.
Happy Thanksgiving!
See you at the top!
Your mentor,
Monica Main
P.S. If you want a "sneak peak" at something extraordinary that I have starting next week, CLICK HERE NOW. It's a rare group that I have that's starting on Tuesday and I cannot wait!!
I had some unfinished business that I had to take care of in California. So, my daughter and I took a quick trip out.
Little did I know that my dad's health has been slipping in a major way.
I met with him last Monday with my real estate agent to list his house in San Clemente. We both agreed that it's time for him to also exit California like I had over the summer. But when I saw him, he looked different, could barely walk, and was slurring his words.
My real estate agent, Rebecca, suggested he get an MRI. I think he's getting dementia or has had a mini stroke. He's been under a lot of stress lately and I realized just how quickly I need to get him out of California.
While in San Clemente last Wednesday, I helped him deal with some of his personal affairs. My daughter wanted to go to the beach (as usual) and my dad went down with us. We snapped this picture (above) and I realized in that moment that we'd never be back to San Clemente ever again...at least not with my dad. It was kind of a sad moment when I made that realization.
There is a "last time" for everything in our lives. My daughter pointed this out to me several months ago when we were leaving California. And many times we're not aware of when that "last time" is.
When we are aware, sometimes it's bittersweet.
As I left my dad, I told him that I'll next see him in Panama City Beach in a couple of weeks. Ron is going to fly out and drive him across the country for me. I'll take care of the sale of his house and other personal affairs.
I decided to stop being so strong-willed and hard-headed. And with that said, I'm retiring my dad out. I'm buying him a beachfront condo. And he won't have to worry about anything ever again.
What allows me the ability to make these kinds of decisions and moves in my life is because I've been able to have ultimate financial freedom, namely through a couple of secrets.
And I'm going to share those secrets with you in a 3-day online seminar...which starts soon.
If you didn't register yet, you still can. You'll be getting two powerful trainings (one starts after Thanksgiving). You'll also be getting a ticket to attend my next two in-person events.
I had it out with my daughter's teacher the other day.
Again.
I had a Zoom meeting with this woman and I started off expressing my disappointment in her boss not getting back to me on the false "plagiarism" accusation by one of her colleagues.
She kept shutting me down by saying that she has nothing to do with the "admin" and blah, blah, blah.
I kept talking anyway, letting her know what a disappointment these so-called "instructors" are turning out to be and what a joke school has become.
All of a sudden, she starts breathing heavily and then holds her heart. I stopped talking. She told me, "My heart is beating so fast, I have to catch my breath."
In other words, what I was telling her was "insulting" her so much, her heart was racing.
And there I was thinking, Bitch, I haven't even warmed up yet!
I went on to tell her that her boss had promised to call me over a week ago. She never called when she said she would. Then she tried to call me a week late at a time that was more "convenient" for her with NO notice, NO confirmation, NO heads up...nothing.
None of these people would make it in the real world. Not a single one.
Yet they're teaching OUR KIDS to somehow be able to make it in the the real world with their B.S. curriculum. Then they clutch their pearls the very moment any parent calls them out on their B.S.
We are DOOMED.
And it's now very difficult for me to take ANY of this school sh** seriously anymore. Education -- if that's what you want to call it -- has gotten WAY worse since I attended school. And I truly believe they are changing the curriculum in a way to make kids dumber than ever before. It's being done ON PURPOSE in the most radical and obvious way imaginable. Yet most parents are too busy trying to make a living (to keep up with hyperinflation) to notice that their children are being mentally corrupted ON PURPOSE. I shudder at how dumb people will be in 10 years.
(If you've never seen the movie Idiocrasy with Luke Wilson...watch it. It's no longer a comedy. It's a crystal ball into our future.)
And this brings me back to YOU. If you've been running on "survival autopilot," it's time to look up and get off the treadmill. Things are changing so rapidly (and NOT in a good way) that it's doubtful that many people will be able to survive a year from now.
Bringing me to my point...
You MUST do something different if you're going to survive these rough waters ahead.
And I have just the opportunity to help you do that.
I have a quick 8-minute video to show you a cutting-edge real estate investing strategy that very few serious real estate investors have ever heard of.
I ran this special training last week. Many of you couldn't make it because it was in the middle of the week. So, I decided to do the training again this weekend.
CLICK HERE to find out what I'm talking about and then you can decide if this is something you're interested in.
But here's a word to the wise: if this isn't for you, FIND SOMETHING THAT IS...like yesterday! The economy WILL collapse any day now and you have a choice: do something about it or be a victim in ways you can't even imagine right now. Why be a victim to the upcoming economic disaster when you can thrive instead?
P.S. If you need to boost your FICO score, the Holiday Blitz once-per-year window of opportunity is coming up next week. CLICK HERE to watch a brief training to show you exactly what you need to do INCLUDING exactly when to send out your dispute letters.
Right now I'm back in California on business. And I'm hating every second I'm here...trust me.
Even more annoying, the cost of living has continued to climb, even since I left 3 months ago.
So, I started getting used to the lower cost of living in Florida, namely with food.
Three containers of strawberries in Florida: $10
When I came back here to California. I went to the store. My daughter wanted strawberries.
$9.99 for ONE container of the same freaking strawberries.
WTF?
I asked my California real estate agent about the economy in Southern California. She told me prices have continued to go up A LOT since I left.
Gas, of course, is still high. Hovering around $7 per gallon. I got used to being in the $3 range.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
But forget about all that. There's something else about California that I noticed.
The attitude.
It changed.
It went from anger, piss, and vinegar...to something else that's perhaps much worse.
Fear, worry, depression, and despondency.
That's the energy here in California now.
I'm so glad I don't live here anymore...and I hate this trip. I just wish I could go home. (Saturday can't come soon enough.)
Which brings me to what I'm doing this weekend.
I am rerunning my 2-day crash course for those of you who (1) tried signing up too late and missed out, or (2) couldn't attend because it was in the middle of the week.
What's this 2-day event about?
In a quick 8-minute video, I'll explain everything to you. CLICK HERE to watch it right now!
Things are changing FAST in the economy. If people in California went from angry bastards to full of fear and worry in 90 days, you can probably imagine just how fast everything is slipping in the economy.
You'll have to make some tough choices if you don't line yourself up with the right opportunity at the right time.
CLICK HERE and I'll explain what I have in mind for you. It's actually quite mind-blowing.
If you missed last week's training, you DO NOT have to miss it again.
P.S. For those of you who want to fix your credit, the once-per-year Holiday Blitz period is coming up starting late next week. You DO NOT want to miss out on this small window of opportunity to send out your credit dispute letters. I did a quick training on how this works. CLICK HERE and watch it now.
