The Secret Of Mind And Body. Gianluca Pistore
THE END
No, weâre not become crazy, neither the editor inverted the book pages.
We want that this book would represent the end of your current way of being, the end of your grumbling, the end of your flops.
Weâve deeply studied the human being potentialities and, even if they are infinite, weâve found the Secret which has been lost for centuries. The Secret that champions and successfully people would never say you. The Secret is now revealed.
Donât try to look for it by yourself. It takes you time, money, patience and mistakes. Weâve already done it, take advantage of our experience.
Weâve also applied a low price for the time spent in doing the research and writing the book, since we want that the Secret is passed on to as many people as possible following its essence.
Today the man is too lazy and far from nature to discover and hear the Secret. But, despite of it, many successful persons managed to do it.
Whatâs successo (success)?
In semantic itâs the past participle of the verb âsuccedereâ (to occur). Then, each time that you achieve what you have established for you in advance, you have been successful.
Thereâre many ways to achieve the success. Weâve not the pretention to have found the best one. By hearing and following what weâll tell you in the following pages, therefore, we assure you the achievement of all your goals. In a single word, we guarantee you the real Success, that with the capital "S".
You can imagine where youâll want to be in the next two years from now, and think about all the things that youâll have been carried out, knowing that the way mayâve been long, but that it has brought you just to what you wanted, just to what youâve become. Then turn you back, youâll join the pieces of the big puzzle and youâll notice that they fit perfectly together, theyâd always fitted, but you were too short-sighted to notice it.
This is an inspiring and motivating book, that makes you dream: the story of a guy who, after having lost his identity, founded it again thanks to the scrupulous work of two mentors. Itâs also an essay about the achievement of full body and mind potentialities.
If you really seek to lost weight and change your life, then turn the page and continue to read since this will be the most important reading of your life.
Make you a real gift, tell yourself: âI must know the Secret, I must to pass on the Secret, I must become the Secret now!"
Follow us. Follow us and youâll not regret it.
Turn the page and make yours âourâ Secret, weâll see on the other side...
To your success!
Oreste and Gianluca.
âThe book making you love ancient truths would be really new and original.â
Vauvenargues
Prologue
That poster obsessing Carlos for months was posted to a shining window of a gym in Rio: "First prize 80 thousand dollars."
Those who were used to live one day to the next, with less than 200 dollars a month, could be only dream that amount. And Good only knows how many poor people living in the favelas of Rocinha were tempted by that amount of money.
Rocinha is a quarter of the Southern area of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
It is one of 700 favelas composing the town of Rio. Itâs the biggest favelas in the world and it counts more than 150 thousand of official inhabitants.
As often occurs in the poor quarters, there are fights among different trafficker gangs, the Amigos dos Amigos and the Comando Vermelho, to take the control of the favela.
Carlos was born and grew up in that favelas, always suspended between life and death.
That amount of money could have changed his life.
Carlos had never seen all that money at once and he just needed it.
It was the money necessary to give a kick to his past.
It was thinking about it constantly, day and night.
Finally, he decided to go and ask him, the legendary man, one of whom everybody knows the deeds and nobody dares contradict.
I
I remember that Monday of April. In Rio, it was hot, very hot. It was the typical spring day where people prefers to stay laid down on a beach than to work in their office with the conditioned air. And I remember also that phone call to me in my headquarter, my âWarrior Den", a meeting point for all the iron lovers, for all the old style passionate. "Halo, Himenes, George Himenesâs speaking? The owner of the Muscle and Mind Gym?" Said a faint voice on the other side of the phone.
"Yes." I promptly answered, "Whoâs on the phone?"
"Iâm Santana, Carlos Santana. I should urgently speak to you. When can I come to meet you?"
"Beh, if youâve not better things to do, you can come even now, the iron warriors never rest!" I said with vehemence.
It was in this way that Iâd known that bizarre guy coming from the favelas.
He was yes and no 60 kg soaking wet and 1, 85 tall.
He was the classic real ectomorph. Slim, with a frail skeleton and underdeveloped muscles. He had narrow shoulders and a long and flat thorax. His weight and the thorax perimeter seemed to be very insufficient compared to the height. Moreover, he had an equal length of the lower and upper limbs.
He seemed undernourished and frightened by the life.
"Then, dear Carlos, how can I help you?"
"Someone told me that youâre able to do miracles with people..."
I immediately stopped him "Guy, attention to the words. Only God does miracles. I simply help the butterfly to exit from the cocoon. Michelangelo sculpted the stone for his works, but the masterpieces were already inside the crude stone. He only smoothed out the edges. Well, this is what I do."
The guy, hesitant, looked at me with barred eyes and added "This is not important for me! I must absolutely win âThe Two Americas International Competitionâ
"Slowly guy, letâs go in good order. Iâve already said you that I donât do miracles, you would like to win the most important American competition of weightlifter in less than a year starting without any fundamental?" What an exhilarant guy. Maybe he did not see him in a mirror, I would not have permitted him neither to participate to the tournament of arm wrestling of the quarter.
"You donât understand. I need it. Do you want to help me or not?" said the guy quickly with a rage in his eyes that Iâd never seen before.
The first confused moment finished few later: âGuy, you cannot do it, give up. If you want to do some sport I can help you but keep away from your head these stupid paranoiasâ.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes: âYouâre a no-good man! You donât know nothing about sport! You limit to look at me like Iâm now, you donât manage to imagine me stronger neither to see the rage, the motivation and the pain inside me looking beyond this my body....â He made the sign to say something else, then he turned and walked at a good pace towards the exit.
I called him âGuy! Wait a moment... what would be this great motivation? Then, let me understand... why