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This song is about Letting Go of control and surrendering to a higher power. It's about what Keith Leon did after experiencing the largest business failure he had ever experienced. Enjoy the video.
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- My name is Keith Leon. I am here for a purpose. My purpose is to touch and inspire the lives of every person I come in contact with through my speaking and singing.
I should have been dead 5 times already. After so many near death experiences, seeing my life flash before me and then seeing time reverse and put me on the side of the road unmarked…I started to GET really clear that there was a reason and a purpose for my being here on earth.
I have had tragedy after tragedy in my life as well. All this was to make me stronger and to give me personal experience with forgiveness (not only of others, but self forgiveness).
When I was about 7 years old, my mother left my sister and I in our station wagon at a gas station and left the car in neutral. We were in Utah and the gas station was right on the edge of a huge cliff. The car drifted in reverse and busted through the side rail. This left my sister and I teeter tottering on a cliff. Look one way and see land and people scrambling to get a tow truck with a tow hook ready – look the other way and see a very long drop to the earth below. One wrong move, one wrong breath…and it’s over.
The gas station attendant yelled, “don’t move” and he slowly hooked the car up to a tow truck using a tow hook under the front bumper – the tow truck driver threw the tow truck in reverse and slowly but scarily pulls us back onto solid ground. My mother is traumatized as she gets a lecture from the attendant and truck owner about the gear called “Park.”
Flash forward about 5 years. I am at scout camp and the older boys are all hanging out on the edge of a cliff. It’s a bit slippery with dirt, but they’re all older and feeling a bit dangerous so they flirt with disaster and sit out on the edge. I, wanting to be one of the “older boys” beg to join them. They do their best to shoo me away, but I’m stubborn and I persist. Finally, they get tired of my whining and agree to let me join them. I’m doing okay. “As long as I don’t look down I’ll be fine,” I tell myself.
When we get up to leave, I slip and fall down. I start slipping down the slippery slope and go over the edge of the cliff. A hand reaches out just in time and grabs my wrist. I am hanging by one arm, feet kicking and screaming at the top of my voice for help. They form a human chain and somehow by the grace of God pull me back up to safety. I get lectured all the way back to camp and I’m sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone what had happened as they knew they would be in trouble for going out on the cliff in the first place.
Moving forward, I am 17 years old. My best friend gets a 1969 Ford Mustang as his first car. We spend a few months tooling around and having fun in the car. We live very close to a very long strip of straight land. It runs right next to a water skiing arena and has only one stop sign for a few mile strip of road. Hardly anyone is on the street that night and my friend decides to open it up and see just how fast we can go.
He gets up to 90 miles and hour – he decides to blow out the stop sign. We are approaching 100 miles and hour now, and we can see a red light and cars up ahead. He should start slowing down soon as we are approaching the cars and the light quickly. He pumps the brakes. He pumps them again. He looks over at me and says, “Dude, no brakes” as he continues to pump and pump them.
Eventually the brakes lock up. We are skidding toward the intersection filled with cars waiting for the light to turn green. My friend is not only a very new driver but has had no classes in how to skid in between solid objects waiting for a light to turn green. The rear lights of the vehicles on our side of the street are rapidly approaching.
He skids up to the cars in front of us, swings the car to the left and pulls the steering wheel back to the right. We slam into this cement island and the car hits a power box that runs the light at that intersection. I see glass break, I hear metal crunch as my neck snaps right and then left. Things go dark for a second, and then…
My life flashes before my eyes. I don’t see every moment in the flash, but I see all the main events. I see that events that had major impact on my life up until that point. My birth, me as a toddler, birthday parties, my mother crying and me supporting her with my love, the cliff incident in Utah, the scout camp scare, my trips to the ER with ear infections…and other major important learning events.
All of a sudden I see another white flash…but they all start to go in reverse. I am seeing the same events, but now they are in reverse and taking me back to the beginning again. When I get past childbirth I see another white flash…and I was back into that present moment.
“Wow,” my friend says as we find ourselves sitting in his car on the side of the road to the right of intersection we had just ascended upon and crashed in. “My dad is going to kill me!” my friend says. The car is just idling and purring like a kitten. I say, “Did you hear glass break and metal ripple?” He says that he did. “Did your life flash before your eyes?” I asked. “Yes,” he says. “Are you okay?” I asked. He said he was.
We decide to get out and look at the car and see how bad the damage was. He continues to say, as if in shock, “My dad is going to kill me!” We get out of the car. When I come around the car I see my friend standing and looking at the side of the car shaking his head in disbelief. Nothing is wrong with the car. There is not a scratch or a dent on that car. The left rear hubcap is sitting in the middle of the intersection, and there is not a car in sight. He goes and collects the hubcap and puts it back on the car. We look over to the spot where we had hit the island and there is a huge slice running up the side of the curb leading right up to the power box. His tire rim had carved out literal physical proof that we had not only hit the island, but hit the box as well. We get back in the car and sat in silence for what seemed like a lifetime.
When I was young I was a very spiritual boy. Due to my previous near death experiences I had a strong belief in a higher power that wanted me on the earth for some reason. I decided to break the silence. I asked again, “So, you heard glass break, metal ripple and your life flashed before your eyes, right?” He agreed to all accounts. I say, “And now we sit here in a car with no physical damage and there is proof over there that it all happened.” I will never forget what my friend said and did next. He looked up to the heavens and took a breath, looked down at the steering wheel, looked to his right at me and said, “And all this time I thought you were full of crap about the God Thing.”
He spent the next day telling me about how much greener the trees were and just how beautiful everything was on this earth. He was grateful to be alive. But as time passed, his memory of how it went down faded because this type of experience was beyond what his mind could accept. Denial can quickly erase the truth and I guess he learned what he needed to learn. I can tell you that it was the last time we flew down that straightaway at 100 miles an hour. J
Once again…flash forward to my adult life. I am now married and in a car with my first wife (my practice wife is what I like to call her). I look down to check my speedometer because I know this street is famous for having police officers with their radar out looking to make their quota. I see that we are doing 28 in a 30 miles per hour zone.
I no sooner look up and I hear my wife say…shhhhhiiiii….I look to my left and BAM we get sideswiped by a VW Golf that ran a stop sign. He was going much faster than us when he hit us, so the car slides right and then proceeds to flip over.
When this happens in real life, it’s just like the movies. Everything is in slow motion from the moment of impact until the car lands…then everything comes quickly back into real time. I didn’t have a seat belt on. I somehow manage to keep myself in the car with only one arm holding the steering wheel and I end up sitting Indian style on the roof of the station wagon, which is now upside down and spinning around slowly counter clock wise in the middle of the street…
I looked to my right and my wife was still in her seat belt hanging upside down. I screamed to her, are you all right? She replied, "yes, I am." I unhooked her seatbelt, and together we crawled out of the car. I was in shock, and I took off after the guy who hit us. The neighbors grabbed me and tried to calm me down. Soon, an ambulance came and the police, and I was off to the emergency room in my first ambulance ride.
This was actually the fifth time that I should've died. To explain the fourth I had to go back to when I was 18 years old. I had decided that as soon as I turned 18 years old house moving out of my mothers house. I had a friend who said I could come of it has house with him and his mother until I could get on my feet. I moved out a few days after my 18th birthday party. I went to his house and knocked on the door. He answered the door and said, "what you need?" I told him I'm here to move in. He said, "yeah, I was meaning to talk to you about that." I talked to my mom and she said you can't move in. "What do you mean?" I said. "You can come in and use the phone, but you can't stay here," he said.
I had no one to call. I was in his house, and that was stalling for time. At that point the phone rang. It was his friend and one of my enemies Eric. Soon he handed the phone to me. Eric was on the end of the line and he said, "I hear you have no place to stay. I know are not the best of friends, but you can stay here if you have nowhere else to go." Having nowhere else to go, I agreed, and I lived in a garage with him for months. I had no job, I had lost my car, my mother had moved into her own place, and I was becoming desperate and very thin from not eating very much. I had a girlfriend, but no money to take her out. Things were going that well between us at this low point in my life.
I called my grandmother and she invited me to take a trip up to see my sister in Fresno. It was my nephew's birthday and they were driving up to see him. The first day I was in Fresno, I excused myself and promptly went on a job search. When I returned I had two jobs. I found out that I could get a two-bedroom apartment in Fresno for $265 a month, so I called up my girlfriend and invited her to move up to Fresno with me.
My girlfriend came to Fresno, and she got a job. We were doing pretty well. But the reason the rent was so cheap is because we were in the worst part of town. It was known as, "sin city." It was not just a clever name. We became very involved with the drug scene that was very prevalent in the neighborhood. My five years in Fresno is a book unto itself. I will write this book one day, but for now, I will give you the short version.
When I was a child, I could hear my Guardian Angel. I always knew where he was and he would tell me things. He kept me out of harm's way and helped to raise me. My mother was manic depressive, mostly in the bed and not really available to parent me. My sister and friends from the church helped raise me as well. That's all the time I would be chatting with my Guardian Angel. People called him my imaginary friend, but imaginary friends don't have voices that tell you things about the future and then they'll come true.
I remember one day he told me to tell my mother's friends that they should all go out and buy gold. I know it meant really, but I told them all. They laughed and excused what I had said as the ramblings of a child, but I insisted that they should listen to me. They did not. Few weeks later the price of gold shot up to the highest price it had ever been. If you recall, this was in the mid to late 70s. Gold skyrocketed at this time. Soon my mother's friends would be asking me for stock tips, and if I have any hunches about any horse races.
When I was seven my mother met a man who swept her off her feet. She loved her for who she was and who she was not. He got her out of bed and into life. They were in love, and I was experiencing something that I have not had for years, a happy mother. They dated for a while, and soon they were engaged to be married. Next thing you know, we had a wedding ceremony that was beautiful, and I was the ring bearer. He was the best man I had ever met and he was going to be my dad.
Five days after the wedding he was killed sitting on his motorcycle waiting for a red light to turn green. A drunk driver ran him over. He wasn't sure if he had hit something, so he backed up his car to find out, and ran over my stepfather again. My mother made it to the hospital just in time to see them break out the paddles and try to bring him back to life. He had a flatlined on the operating table. They tried everything they could, but his heart never started again.
This sent my mother into a tailspin of depression. She called me into the room one day, and she said, "I need you to be the man of the house now." I'll never forget that day, as it was the day I stopped being a child. I had to be the man of the house, there was no time for kids stuff. I let my childhood go, I stopped believing in kids stuff, which included my Guardian Angel.
Let's move forward... and we're living in Fresno. My wife and I are drinking and drugging regularly. I had become a bartender, and I just got a job at a blue-collar bar called the Silver Dollar Hofbrau. I had learned to be a show bartender at my previous bartending job. The blue-collar workers found me and my bartending tricks humorous.
My first day on the job, one of the regulars came in and asked him what he would like to drink. He looked at the gentleman sitting next to him and he said, "he'll learn" and he ordered a Budweiser bottle and a Christian Brothers brandy straight up. The next time he came in, I asked him what he wanted, and again he said "he'll learn" and he ordered a Budweiser bottle and a Christian Brothers brandy straight up. I did learn, because I never had ask them again.
I found this customer very intriguing. He hardly spoke to anyone. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke everyone listened. One day I asked him if he'd like to come hang out after work. He said, "sure." He came and hung out and had a great time. He would come over all the time after I'd get off work. My girlfriend and I think he would go out and do fun things. He took me to do all the things that I didn't get to do when I was a child. He seemed to know what those things were without even saying.
I used to wear my stepfather's ring on my finger. The one I told you about before. He died with a ring on and when I got old enough my mother gave it to me. One day he asked me if it was okay if he held the ring for a moment. I agreed. He proceeded to tell me all about my stepfather. He told me stories about my stepfather when he was my age. I saw him tightened his first and close his eyes as he experienced my stepfather's death. Then he smiled. He told me that my stepfather was okay and that he was watching over me.
I was blown away that he could take my ring and see all of this. That night, I believed that he could see and know all of what he had told me. But soon I dismissed it, because as I told you before I had stopped believing in things when I was child. I only believed what I could see with my own eyes.
My friend told me one night that there was a reason that we had met. He told me that there is things he needed to show me, things he needed to tell me, and that one day he would save my life. He told her not to worry about that day or two and give it one more thought, but wanted me to know that once that they happened, he will have completed what he was supposed to do for me and then he would be gone.
This man was powerful. He had the gift of sight. He could see things before they happen, and they always came true. He predicted things that would happen the next day, the next week, and even world events. All of them came true. He showed me things that are out of this world. He did things as demonstration from me that proved there's more to life than what we can see. I would see these things, believe them for the night, maybe the next day, but soon I would dismiss them as "all in my head." He had to prove things to me over and over and over again. Finally I got it. Finally, I believed. And so he started to show me how to do some of these things.
All the time that I worked with him and was still doing drugs. I was doing cocaine and speed, I was drinking and doing anything else that you get my hands on. At one point, I had slept only eight hours in 13 1/2 days. It was at this point that I heard my friends truck pull up to my house. I had not seen him for a while at this point. He knocked on the door, and I opened it. He walked in the room and looked me up and down shaking his head in disgust. He grabbed me and took me into the bathroom and stood me in front of the mirror. He said, "look at yourself in the mirror, look at what you've become. If I didn't love you I wouldn't tell you this. I'd be out there in the living room watching you slowly die like your friends out there. I'm here to tell you that, you have two weeks to live. If you continue using speed, you will die in two weeks. If you choose to clean up, you will live. Make your choice. Either way I'm not going to stick around to watch it." He left me standing in front of the mirror and I heard him give into his truck and taken off.
I was at a turning point. What to do? This man had the gift of sight. He has proven to me over and over again that he could see things before they happen. He was 100% accurate. Not once did anything he predicted not come true. Did I want to live? I already lost most of what I had anyway. I had experienced many low points along the way. I had default is on loan that a friend cosigned for so that I could get my now fiancé a diamond ring. She ended up hawking it for drugs. I had lost my job. What had to look for anyway?
My head started to spin around and around as I continue to use. I have so messed up, and so depressed that night, and soon the night turned to day. By this time, I decided that it I didn't really want to live. I left my apartment and I started to walk. I walked and walked until I found myself standing on a freeway overpass watching the cars speed by underneath me. I thought to myself, how quick it could all be over if I just jumped and get hit by one of the cars. I started to climb up over the rail, and I heard a man's voice say, "hey, hey, what are you doing?" He grabbed me and pulled me back. I told him to leave me alone. He said, "I remember you. You're the bartender from Silver Dollar. You're like one of the happiest people I've ever met, what the hell happened?" I asked him again to leave me alone. He said to me, "I make you a deal. If you let me take you to the silver dollar and buy you a drink, I'll listen to your story. If I can't convince you that life is worth living by the end of our conversation, I will let you go right back to that freeway overpass." I agreed.
I don't exactly remember all of the conversation, but I do remember telling him about the last six months of my life. I told him how my friend had stood me in front of the mirror and told me of my fate. He said, "If God sends you two people in two days to save your life, maybe you should listen. Make your choice." I excused myself to go to the rest room. When I returned he was gone.
I walked out of the bar. To my left was the freeway overpass, to my right was my walk home. I decided to take the walk home and think about my choice. By the time I reached my apartment I had decided that I was choosing life. After all, if God had sent me to people in two days to save my life, I must be here for some reason.
When I came back and shared with my fiancé this story, she decided that she would quit using with me and support my decision to live. We moved out of that apartment to another one, but continuing to live in Fresno was a constant reminder of my drug-induced past. We soon decided to move back home to Long Beach. After 5 1/2 years in Fresno, we were coming home!
To be continued….
Check back soon and read the rest of my story!
- Fave things / hobbies:
- Being a part of another's success, loving myself and others unconditionally, speaking, training, singing, coaching, hugging, snuggling, listening to good music, and watching football on a Sunday morning.
- Fave people:
- My wife Maura, my son Timar, Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, John Gray, Michael Beckwith, Jimmy Wilson, John Kehoe, Hale Dwoskin, John Demartini, Terry Cole Whittaker and David Schirmer.
- Fave books:
- WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Discover The Purpose Of Your Life,
The Seven Steps to Successful Relationships,
Chicken Soup for The Soul,
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus,
Mind Power into the 21st Century,
How to make one Hell of a profit and still get to Heaven,
Way of the Peaceful Warrior,
The Science of Mind,
You've Got To Read This Book!,
The Success Principles,
Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
Richest Man In Babylon.
- Fave music:
- I love Ani Di Franco, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Jimmy Hendrix, Dream Theatre, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Carlos Santana, Stevie Wonder, Boston, The Eagles, Jethro Tull, Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, The Beatles...and so many of the greats.
I'd have to say that the best artists I know personally are: Bird York and Daniel Nahmod! You must check out their websites and hear their music.
- Fave TV:
- Who has time to watch TV? LOL
- Fave movies:
- Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory (the original one), The Secret, Punch Drunk Love, Napleon Dynamite, Swingers, Waterboy, Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore, The Princess Bride, Office Space, Hitch, Down to Earth, Beetlejuice, Clerks, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Take the money and run,Run Lola Run, Amile, American History X, Grease, and any and every Steven Speilberg movie!
Oh yeah, I happen to love movies that are often referred to as "chick flicks." I enjoyed 13 going on 30, 50 first dates, Everafter, Monalisa Smile and Uptown Girl...Dakota Fanning was great in that movie... "Every story has an end...but, in life every ending is just a new beginning."
- Most entertaining website I can recommend:
- http://www.danielnahmod.com
- Most useful website I can recommend:
- http://google.com
- My Coaching Specialty / Expertise / Niche
- Relationship Skills - Mentoring - Life Purpose - Business Coaching - Creating Powerful Connections and Networking
- My Mission Statement:
- "I am here to positively touch the lives of everyone I come in contact with through my music, writing, speaking and trainings."
- How I can help you:
- Have you ever dreamed of a life you wanted to live, but didn't think you could create?
Are you ready to take your career, relationships, or lifestyle to a whole new level, but not sure how to get there?
Do you have great ideas, and the best of intentions, but never seem to have the time to follow through and complete the things that are most important to you?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, then Keith and Maura Leon are just what you've been waiting for.
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Radio Interview
I am going to be interviewed by "Earth Angel" Carol Guy
this Thursday, Sept 19, 2008 12 Noon MDT - 11:00 AM PT
Call-in Number: (646) 200-4169
www.blogtalkradio.com/earth-angel
What will this "Earth Angel" ask me about:
about my life, my belief in angels, my painful past,
how I created by book, my hopes for the future?
Find out...this Thursday.
What would you ask me?
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Find out more about Keith at… Continue
this Thursday, Sept 19, 2008 12 Noon MDT - 11:00 AM PT
Call-in Number: (646) 200-4169
www.blogtalkradio.com/earth-angel
What will this "Earth Angel" ask me about:
about my life, my belief in angels, my painful past,
how I created by book, my hopes for the future?
Find out...this Thursday.
What would you ask me?
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Find out more about Keith at… Continue
Posted on September 14, 2008 at 10:30pm —
You Better Believe It!
Our latest newsletter article is up on The Huffington
Post, and we would love to get a lively discussion going, so we
are requesting that you take a moment to pop on over there and
post your comments. There tends to be a lot of negativity on
those types of forums, and they cou… Continue
Posted on August 26, 2008 at 5:30pm —
Meet us in California...
This is the most unique thing I've seen in years. Maura and I are
going to be there...let me quickly tell you what's going on...
Our friend Brendon Burchard is bringing 2,000 people together for
a transformational personal growth training event along with our
mutual friends Dr. John Gray (Men Are From Mars) and Marianne
Williamson (Oprah radio host and author of The Age of Miracles).
And GET THIS: He's holding the entire event in a gorgeous circus
tent! Seriously, under a BIG TOP in Long Beach… Continue
going to be there...let me quickly tell you what's going on...
Our friend Brendon Burchard is bringing 2,000 people together for
a transformational personal growth training event along with our
mutual friends Dr. John Gray (Men Are From Mars) and Marianne
Williamson (Oprah radio host and author of The Age of Miracles).
And GET THIS: He's holding the entire event in a gorgeous circus
tent! Seriously, under a BIG TOP in Long Beach… Continue
Posted on August 7, 2008 at 7:45pm —
Law Of Attraction Practices
One day when I was watching The Secret (for about the 60th time) I really heard something that Marci Shimoff said...and it landed. Marci said that the difference between the teachers in The Secret and most people was that they (The Secret teachers) had made law of attraction pract… Continue
Posted on July 2, 2008 at 10:05pm — 1 Comment
All Broken Up
Dear Keith and Maura,
I broke up with my lover last August, but still now I have his feelings. I didn't know why he left me without even telling me. I stayed for some time but now am dying of his love. What do I do? Please help as soon as possible.
Broken Hearted in Kenya
Dear B… Continue
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Merry Christmas !!Looking forward to you again.
Many blessings.
:)
Keep smiling.
Renee
the other thing I forgot.
Sometimes I will be signed
in in invisible mode.
Feel free to try anyway.
*Renee*
Got you added on my
Chat.
*Renee*
Working on fixing this,
Here is the short protocol for EFT.
Thanks,
(Send me an email,
I couldn't quite here the adress from the voice message.)
If you can spend some time on yahoochat working on this with me,
I would appreciate it. My yahoo chat name is purelight_reflections.
The Basic EFT recipe, ( Which stands for Emotional Freedom Technique)
is listed below.
1. The set up phrase: "Even though I have this________ I deeply and completely
Accept Myself.
2. Evaluation. What are your subjective feelings on whatever you want to work on, 1-10.
3. Say your affirmation out loud, (and with great conviction), Three times rubbing your
Sore spot.
4. Short tapping sequence, Over eye, inside, outside eye, by temple, underneath eye,
Under nose, under chin, Collarbone, and under arm. Sometimes top of the head is also
Included.
5. Re-evaluate your feelings, 1-10.
*It helps if what you would like to work on is rated high, on the scale,
and you really do your best to Feel them.
Sent a copy of the tapping chart earlier, hope you got it.
****There are a few other things that come with this, like the floor to ceiling
Eye roll, but they are not a lot.
Renee Talbot
- Julia
Hello my love how are you?I am just checking in to see if you have been tapping and how is it going? Also I would like to know what I can do for you, to make your experience with EFT better?
I Love You
Marlene
It's nice to meet you .
I just listened to your interview ..
Regards,
John
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