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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 do you want to win the most important American weightlifter competition? do you want by any chance to demonstrate something to your girlfriend?â
"The victoryâs not important for me. I need the prize of 80 thousand dollars to save my younger brother from the street! My brothers and I were born in a very poor family, like many other here in the favelas of Rio. In our favelas, thereâre incursions of the police squads, the death battalions, almost every day. Iâm trying to keep my younger brother far from the gangs, but itâs difficult. Our father was died in a police raid, he was killed by a stray bullet which was directed to a drug trafficker who lived fifty meters after us. Our mother, after his death, felt in a severe state of depression and sheâs not able to maintain all the family. The Saint Francis Missionaries help us but this is not good. Iâm trying to earn money working with a carpenter who was my father friend but the wages donât allow me to enrol to the gym! Some months ago, my brother is entered in a drug trafficker gang under the control of Ramires, one of the most important and ruthless drug traffickers of our favelas." While he was speaking his eyes become like transparent lights, and I was understanding what his heart was felling. He was the embodiment of the sadness of a story like many others. The fists clenched more and more on his legs "Iâm trying to explain him that if he continues to do so he will harm only himself and us who love him, but he ignores my suggestions. Iâve tried to talk with his gang but Iâve received warning to not snooping around and, then, a broken nose!" he closed his eyes remembering those disagreeable experiences. "I want win for him and our mother... I want to bring them far from here! And youâre the only who can help me to achieve this goal, youâre the only who had never bowed to the outrages and who is respected by narcos..."
He seemed me different from the usual bullies coming at the gym. "Guy, the life is not easy for everybody. You must know that if I will train you, I will make you sweat other blood. It will be the 10 hardest months of your life. Your mother gave you the life, I will reprogram it. I transform the brats in real men, independently from the age. You will become a man but, before, you shall become a child, cry, ask for piety and nobody will help you. Youâll fight yourself before to be ready to fight with the world. Thereâll be nobody to lift you up from the ground. You shall do it by yourself. You shall react and learn how to get up on your legs. Iâll teach you that you shall never give up in the life. You shall never let your guard down, never give up, never get soft. Do you understand, ninos? Are you able to resist to all that?"
"Letâs start!" Answered hesitant Carlos.
"Well, come here tomorrow earlier in the morning, before to go to work, here, in my arena, and weâll talk about what will be necessary to do. Itâs all for the moment."
But, little before he would exit from the gym, I stopped him. "In a week, you will have a meeting with a special person who will help you a lot. Heâs a mental coach."
"Is he a shrink?" added immediately Carlos contemptuous.
"No, itâs worse. For the moment go home and rest you. Weâll see here tomorrow."
I saw him through the gym windows exiting slouch, he seemed without chest. His head bowed. âThereâll be a lot of work to doâ I thought. The first to believe to be successful would be just him.
II
The day after Carlos arrived in time at the gym. He wore a tracksuit, gym shoes and he drag a great bag.
"For heavenâs sake, son, what on earth there is in that bag?" I addressed indignantly to him.
"Beh, I took all my savings and I spent them for the clothes and for thatâ¦itâs the last supplement, the weight belt, some books that I brought to show them you and my spare clothes..."
"Mmh, at first address me as âtuâ, weâll share time and emotions together and itâs important that you see me as a friend. Then, I think that this session will be completely dedicated to the explanations."
"But what, do we donât start? But we have few time at our disposal!" Said the guy with vehemence.
"Carlos, Carlos, Iâve trained a lot of people before you. I know the time necessary to become stronger. I know that without a good mental base youâll be destined to the flop and I know that, right now, youâre plenty of wrong convictions." I pressed immediately him. "At first, I donât want to see you again enter this gym with these fitness boy shoes. Never dare you to profane this temple. Do you know that the best gladiators and pioneers of our loved sport have fight here? Start to feel their spirits inside you during your training! Wear decent clothes when you enter here. Put these shoes!" I Said throwing at his foot a pair of common work shoes with the iron reinforced point.
Carlos bended to take them and made a grimace of trouble "Ouch, but what... How are they heavy! What are they for?"
"Theyâre for let you back home with your feet! If a 25-kilo disk would accidentally fall on your feet fingers you will be forced to walk on your heels for the rest of your life, and it would not be a good scene to assist".
Carlos, with his upset face, wore quickly the work shoes.
"Well, the first lesson will be for the "Releasing of the brain trash". Explain me how do you trained in this period, if you had never done it, how do you supported yourself with the nutrition and tell me about your general life style." I encouraged him to tell about.
"Yes, Iâve just brought with me some book to show you..." and opened the bag to take some book whose covering didnât promise nothing good.
"Mmmh, I see. And, looking at these books Iâll understand how youâve trained?" I answered promptly.
"Yes, I followed the program of the super champion Mr. Olympia to get enormous arms, then also this workout sheet, the quantic pumping, of Mr Universe and..." said while he was taking enthusiastic all these magazines from his bag and throwing them up on the table.
"For heavenâs sake son, stop you. Have I already told you that this is a temple? Youâre torturing the spirits of ancient warriors beyond my patience with these chatters! Show me your most recent routine and your nutrition diary." I said completely overwhelmed.
He searched thoroughly the bag he had brought with him and took out a plasticised sheet on which I couldnât see how much kilos he had lifted. Moreover, he didnât know what would be a nutrition diary adding that he had always eat when his instinct let him understand that it was time to eat.
Resigned, I sighed and said "Letâs see what have you done in the last period." What a fright it almost gave me reading his papers! " Smith machine stretching on the flat bench 6 sets x 10, peck deck 5 sets x 12, cable cross 5 sets x 20, stretching to the press machine 5 sets x 8 reps, leg extension, sissy squat, cable push-downs, French press...itâs better to stop here, today the disappointments have been too much. My poor physique could not support more. Sit down and listen to me, then..."
"But whatâs wrong? The super pumped trainer of my old gym said me that it is just in this way that heâs grew up. The leg extension isolates the muscle and then with the sissy squat I destroy it!" affirmed self-confident Carlos.
"Carlos, listen, the only thing that you destroyed is your good sense. The leg extension and, then, how can you do an exercise called sissy squat? Itâs an exercise for sissies. Iâve just four words for you 'shut up and squat!' The sissy fuck against a good squat 'ass to grassâ. Do you understand? Now, I want to be very frank with you. Up to now youâve only lost your time. This routine is trash. Sit down and listen to me carefully. I will explain you the training lost Secret. That which forged thousands of iron athletes. I will put you back in the men category. Where the beauty was the strength and the strength was the undisputed power on all creatures of the universe. Are you ready? Now we can start.
III
You must know that Iâve American origins. My origins are very ancient and itâs said that my forebears are descended directly from ancient warriors. For a long time in my family a story is passed on.
About 30 years ago, 2 twins were born in a hospital of a rural country in the boundless Russia.
They both had on average abilities, but they had a strong personality and well precise goals in their mind. They grew up together until they married and went to live far each other with their respective wives. Then, they let out of their sight.
Many time after they saw again at a family meeting. The twins were still very similar. They had a like job, several sons and a wonderful wedding. Moreover, they had both matured a strong passion for the body culture.
But there was a difference.
One of them was enormously greater, stronger and more buffed than the other.
As concerns the twins I must say that they began together the body training.
What made their appearance so different?
The Knowledge. The right knowledge and a constant application.
I cannot promise that the success will be immediately yours if you will begin to follow my instructions. But I can guarantee that you will make a very fascinating trip looking for your potentialities and that I will give you all the necessary means to be excellent. Itâs up to you then to put them in practice and act.