"How to setup a complete sales-website in UNDER 6 MINUTES!"

this is a GAMECHANGER. Seriously. 

I have NEVER seen a professional 
sales-website been set up in under 1 hour.

Now Norman demonstrates how ANYONE can do it in 6 MINUTES?!
Are you kiddin' me? (That's what i thought...)

See for yourself:
https://dao.infusionsoft.com/go/TBS/Axel/

I am not talking about a template here!

This is a sales-website including:

- A membership site
- An affiliate program
- 1click upsells (I think THIS is HUGE!)
- A DRAG&DROP salesflow editor (You've NEVER seen ANYTHING like this, i promise!)
- Drip-released subscription product setup
- Optin pages with even copy&paste any HTML code
- NO technical skills necessary whatsoever

To make it clear: 
This is not some amateur template-upload!

In fact, it's the complete opposite.

You NEED to see this:
https://dao.infusionsoft.com/go/TBS/Axel/

Have a great day,
Axel
PS: It's very entertaining too! :)
https://dao.infusionsoft.com/go/TBS/Axel/

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"How To Create The Abundance You Desire And Deserve In Your Life"

Stone Soup 
Author Unknown  

Many years ago three soldiers, hungry and weary of battle, 
came upon a small village. The villagers, suffering a 
meager harvest and the many years of war, quickly hid what 
little they had to eat and met the three at the village 
square, wringing their hands and bemoaning the lack of 
anything to eat.

The soldiers spoke quietly among themselves and the first 
soldier then turned to the village elders. "Your tired 
fields have left you nothing to share, so we will share 
what little we have: the secret of how to make soup from 
stones."

Naturally the villagers were intrigued and soon a fire was 
put to the town's greatest kettle as the soldiers dropped 
in three smooth stones. "Now this will be a fine soup", 
said the second soldier; "but a pinch of salt and some 
parsley would make it wonderful!" Up jumped a villager, 
crying "What luck! I've just remembered where some's been 
left!" And off she ran, returning with an apronful of 
parsley and a turnip. As the kettle boiled on, the memory 
of the village improved: soon barley, carrots, beef and 
cream had found their way into the great pot, and a cask of 
wine was rolled into the square as all sat down to feast.

They ate and danced and sang well into the night, refreshed 
by the feast and their new-found friends. In the morning 
the three soldiers awoke to find the entire village 
standing before them. At their feet lay a satchel of the 
village's best breads and cheese. "You have given us the 
greatest of gifts: the secret of how to make soup from 
stones", said an elder, "and we shall never forget." The 
third soldier turned to the crowd, and said: "There is no 
secret, but this is certain: it is only by sharing that we 
may make a feast". And off the soldiers wandered, down the 
road. 

'Worry Beads or a Trouble Tree? Hmmmmm"

The Trouble Tree
By: Author Unknown

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse 
had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire 
made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and 
now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On 
arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked 
toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, 
touching tips of the branches with both hands.

When opening the door, he underwent an amazing 
transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and 
he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. 

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and 
my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I 
had seen him do earlier. 

Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't 
help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, 
troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the 
children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night 
when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up 
again." 

"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the 
morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I 
remember hanging up the night before." 



What can you come up with that will work for YOU?

"Isn't This Exciting?"

What can we do about This?



And How can we best benefit from these great New things?

" Do You Think We Can Get TOO Focussed?'

A marvelous lesson appeared for me just now as I was 
exiting thru the garage, to come to this little playplace 
they call an office.

As I opened the garage door, I startled a large moth, 
which, upon spreading it's wings, displayed a bright red 
"tail" hidden by the motley brown wings, more a "butterfly" 
than a moth.

It flew immediately to its perceived escape, the 
circle-topped window where it frantically tried to exit 
thru the invisible wall of closed glass.

I raised the third-car garage door in hopes of aiding it's 
escape. That caused it to fly higher and higher and become 
entangled in a spider web. Fearful that it would remain 
entangled in the web, I selected a long-handled broom to 
assist him escaping the tangled threads.

At this, he returned to furiously pumping his wings and 
banging into the glass, which was, in his perspective, the 
pathway of escape, but remained his cage.

By simply turning his focus to one side, he would have 
easily exited his prison. Rather, due to his intent on one 
direction, he remained confined, captive. 


Change your Vision here: http://AxelHenriksen.com
Butterfly Insights
by: Joie Lake

"Can Cancer Be Caused By A COOKIE?"

Eating the Cookie
By: Rachel Naomi Remen

Another of my patients, a successful businessmen, tells me 
that before his cancer he would become depressed unless 
things went a certain way. Happiness was "having the 
cookie." If you had the cookie, things were good. If you 
didn't have the cookie, life wasn't worth a damn. 
Unfortunately, the cookie kept changing. Some of the time 
it was money, sometimes power, sometimes sex. At other 
times, it was the new car, the biggest contract, the most 
prestigious address. A year and a half after his diagnosis 
of prostate cancer he sits shaking his head ruefully. "It's 
like I stopped learning how to live after I was a kid. When 
I give my son a cookie, he is happy. If I take the cookie 
away or it breaks, he is unhappy. But he is two and a half 
and I am forty-three. It's taken me this long to understand 
that the cookie will never make me happy for long. The 
minute you have the cookie it starts to crumble or you 
start to worry about it crumbling or about someone trying 
to take it away from you. You know, you have to give up a 
lot of things to take care of the cookie, to keep it from 
crumbling and be sure that no one takes it away from you. 
You may not even get a chance to eat it because you are so 
busy just trying not to lose it. Having the cookie is not 
what life is about."

My patient laughs and says cancer has changed him. For the 
first time he is happy. No matter if his business is doing 
well or not, no matter if he wins or loses at golf. "Two 
years ago, cancer asked ne, 'Okay, what's important? What 
is really important?' Well, life is important. Life. Life 
any way you can have it. Life with the cookie. Life without 
the cookie. Happiness does not have anything to do with the 
cookie, it has to do with being alive. Before, who made the 
time?" He pauses thoughtfully. "Damn, I guess life is the 
cookie."