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A lot of people didn’t ask about Joe Vitale recently (ha!) so I figured I would post a few highlights just in case someone gets curious about what I’ve been up to.

Maybe even you.

But first –

And now about Joe Vitale’s recent activities –

Still traveling.

A few months ago I spoke to a crowd of thousands in Moscow, Russia. Another in Kiev, Ukraine. Also spent thirty days in Italy, resting, working, speaking at events, book signings, being interviewed, and more. Also went back to Thailand, to speak at another event for my once homeless now billionaire friend Andres Pira. Also went to London, where an interview I did for LondonReal became a smash hit and brought me tens of thousands of new followers. I’m going back to Dubai in a few months. And I’ll be going back to Italy, Kiev and London in 2020. And I’m headlining a cruise next April. (See video above)

Still creating.

I have about nineteen books I started writing. I might even finish a few of them. Also created new online courses, many of which are at Vitale Life Mastery. Many are free. There are some big ones, too, like Awakening Course 2.0. And of course I helped Andres with his book, and it’s now available at Amazon, called Homeless to Billionaire. And look for a powerful new book and audio program by me in 2020, called The Art and Science of Results. I love being productive and prolific, but admit this year has been too chaotic to do as much as I’d like. (More about that in a minute.)

Still filming.

Been filmed for several more movies. Even filmed several episodes for my own new television show. A film crew flew in from Italy to film me for their movie on forgiveness. I was flown to California to film a new course on Awakened Millionaire thinking. I’m impressed with how many movies I’ve been in since the hit movie The Secret came out in 2006, mostly because I think of myself as solely an author, not a talking head. Of course, I even got to be an actor (!) in a short film that won some awards. I’m waiting to be called to act in a movie with Bruce Willis.

Still singing.

I’m still writing new songs, playing guitar, and keeping the musical flow at least alive if not in full bloom. I’ve also been on stage as a solo singer-songwriter, and performed live with my Band of Legends. I also have six singer-songwriter albums out. And about seven more albums of instrumental music with Guitar Monk Mathew Dixon. My private lesson with rock icon Melissa Etheridge continues to inspire me. And most recently I’m working with a beautiful singer to create original songs of love, hope and joy.

Still grieving.

Lost my father last April.  At 93, we knew it would happen eventually. But the real thing is still a shock. I was able to make him an author for his 90th birthday, and again at 91, and again at 92, so I feel complete with him in regards to giving him something he accepted and loved. But I miss him. That was followed by more tragic news, most which I can’t share without hurting family members. Believe me, I’ve known grief.

Still growing.

The past year has been the most turbulent of my life in decades. Not just grief, but anguish. I walked the streets many evenings feeling despair. Yet during the day I’d smile and post happy Facebook and Instagram photos and videos. It’s been intense. I imagine I’ve been the caterpillar struggling to break free. I’m ready to fly as a beautiful butterfly. It’s also a reminder that there is always inner work to do. We all need to keep peeling the onion and getting clear. Even you. Even me.

Still learning.

I’m always following my passion and curiosity, most recently into the world of Stoicism. The philosophy of Marcus Aurelius and the old Stoic gang has kept me alive. Literally. I think it needs updated with current science, and blended with Law of Attraction principles, but it’s priceless for getting me through my day. Thank you, Marc.

Still clearing.

In my desire to be whole and healed, I still reach for anything, no matter how wild, to get me through. I’ve found new healers and explored distance healing, past life karma, clearing forces of darkness, karmic bindings and more. I have found some gems, like Kalyn Cal Bennett, who sends you text messages as she clears your karma, and Dr. David Holt, who works with the hidden unconscious to release stubborn blocks. I still rely on original Miracles Coach Mandy Evans – who has known me since 1985 (!) – to help process the big issues of my life. I’ve also called on Jesus and the Christian tradition – anything to save me and my loved ones from darkness.

Still reading.

I’m a bookaholic. I always find wisdom and comfort in books. Even with all this year has brought to me to process and clear, I’ve found time to read. Some notable gems include –

• The Billion Dollar Secret by Rafael Badziag
• The Yamas & Niyamas by Deborah Adele (a spiritual masterpiece)
• The Will to Live by Arnold Hutschnecker (1950s treasure)
• Unoffendable by Brant Hansen
• How to Think Like a Roman Emperor by Donald Robertson
• The Science of Storytelling by Will Storr (brilliant!)
• Moonshots by Naveen Jain
• Success Habits by Napoleon Hill (truly loved this lost gem)
• Iron Ambition by Mike Tyson (who I met in Thailand; see photo above)
• Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter (the 1913 classic)

Still loving.

Despite a turbulent year of uncertainty and change – and at age 65 – I am soaking up the joy of a divine connection with someone who wants love, lust and laughter as much as me. As circumstances unfold, I’ll share the specifics of this news with you. For now, let it be known that love is alive and love is good.

That’s the Joe Vitale Update.

Aren’t you glad you asked?

And you?

How have you been?

Ao Akua.

Joe

PS – An excerpt from the Joe Vitale LondonReal TV interview where I discuss ho’oponopono and Zero Limits and more:

PPS – And for the rare critic, or for anyone needing an inspirational kick in the pants, consider…

Dr. Joe Vitale
Author of way too many books to list here
President, Hypnotic Marketing Inc
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This appearance on CNBC TV was 11 years ago and still remains one of my proudest moments.

This quote startled me –

“If you give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest of men, I will find something in them which will hang him.”–Cardinal Richelieu.

At first I was appalled.

How could anyone look at only six lines and decide if the author was deserving of capital punishment?

Then it dawned on me.

People see what they want to see.

Others don’t know your motives.

You can do the most noble thing, or the hardest thing for the right reasons, and people will judge you.

Look at some of our greatest leaders, including Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King.

Most consider them legends.

Some consider them Divine.

Yet vast amounts of people hate them, despise them, distrust them, and ultimately killed them.

“Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have helped countless people.

I remember a broke blues musician who came to me red faced and angry because he couldn’t pay his rent and might be evicted yet again. I helped him for the next decade.

He got out of debt. He tasted the good life.

But later, he changed his mind, turned on me, said he got almost nothing from my help (after 10 years of helping him), and wrote me off.

He wasn’t the only one.

I remember a former drug pusher who was dodging the IRS but wanting to change his life and make money online. I helped him for almost a decade, too.

Again, after he got all he wanted from me, he fabricated a bill saying I owed him for past services he did “as a friend.”

He went as far as to contact former associates of mine, email a database we shared, and try to destroy me.

“Don’t waste your time with explanations, people only hear what they want to hear.” – Paulo Coelho

Of course, there are also people who I have helped who still thank me publicly and privately.

I am grateful for them.

The point is, we can’t control others or their opinions.

We can only do the best we can and hope we make a difference.

They may misunderstand us.

They may misinterpret us.

We have to do what we believe, anyway.

Sometimes what we do will be hard, and no one will understand.

Sometimes what we do will appear wrong, and no one will support us.

Sometimes what we do will hurt, and no one will rush in to help.

We have to do what we think is right anyway.

P.T. Barnum said, “We cannot all see alike, but we can all do good.”

Do good.

Even when no one understands.

Do good.

Even when others judge you or your motives.

Do good.

Even if some cardinal from the 1600s might read crime in your six lines.

Do good.

After all, isn’t life worth living when you follow your own inner compass?

Do good.

Ao Akua,

Joe

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My father passed away last month. He was 93. One of my proudest moments was turning him into an author when he was age 90. Here is that moment:

I went to a sleep study center recently. I needed to find out if I have sleep apnea. I don’t know the results yet, but I want to share this story of what happened while I was there.

It’s another miracle.

Tell me what you think…

The woman hooking me up with wires and sensors had an hour to kill, as she had that much set up to do, so she asked me what I did for a living.

“Lots of things,” I said.  “I’m primarily an author.”

“What have you written?”

“I’ve written over 76 books,” I said.

“Good God! Tell me about one of them.”

I told her about Zero Limits.

I explained the story of Dr. Hew Len and how he helped heal an entire ward of mentally ill criminals with a Hawaiian healing method called ho’oponopono.

“What’s that?” she asked.

I explained it was a way to change outer reality by changing your inner perceptions of it.

“Are you saying that the therapist changed his perceptions and the inmates got better?”

“Exactly.”

“Bogus!” she blurted.

I was slightly surprised.

I’m not used to meeting people so instantly close minded.

“I’m a psychologist,” she said. “I only look at the brain and empirical evidence for what works.”

“Then you’ll love my book,” I said. “I coauthored it with the therapist, and I interviewed the staff that worked at the hospital with him.”

She shook her head.

“Do you believe the stuff you write?” she asked.

That was a stunner.

“Yes, of course! It would be the greatest crime in my life to write what I didn’t believe.”

“Well, it sounds bogus to me.”

I let it go.

I was there to have my sleep diagnosed, not get in an argument.

But then something miraculous happened.

Around 5 in the morning, I announced I couldn’t sleep anymore and she might as well return and unhook me from the test equipment.

She came out, moving slow, and I noticed she was red faced and struggling to breathe.

I asked if she were okay.

“I think I’m having a heart attack.”

I instantly perked up and sat up.

I still had wires all over me and electrodes on my head and face. But I was alert.

“I’ll call 911 right now,” I offered. “My phone is right here.”

“No, the hospital is right behind us.”

“Then I’ll walk you to the hospital. Just get this stuff off of me and we’ll go.”

“I still have two other patients to unhook,” she explained. “Then I can go.”

“Sit down here,” I said, patting the bed.

She did.

“Take your time. There’s no hurry.”

As she sat beside me, I began to practice the four phrases of basic ho’oponopono.

I repeated, I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me and thank you.

I didn’t say it out loud.

I just repeated it silently, as a mantra.

I noticed she seemed to relax.

Her breathing slowed.

She was still red faced and still anxious, but clearly more relaxed.

She started to remove the wires from my body.

As she did, I just kept practicing ho’oponopono.

When she was done, I told her I’d wait for her to finish the other two patients.

She left the room and I got dressed.

But even as I dressed, I continued saying the four phrases.

The other patients left.

I went out to the main area and saw her sitting at her desk, her head laying down like a student at school having recess.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said.

She was still struggling to breathe.

“I’m a cigarette smoker and haven’t had one in a while,” she confessed.

I waited and talked to her a bit.

Once I was confident she was truly stable, and that her supervisor would be coming in shortly, I left.

So, did ho’oponopono help her?

It helped me.

That’s the point.

Whenever you have something going on, do ho’oponopono on yourself.

As you relax into the miracle of now, you will feel better.

As you do, the outer may shift too.

But do it for you.

Ao Akua,

joe

PS – I  called a few days later to check on the nurse. She went on vacation. Maybe now she will truly relax. Maybe she’ll even read my books on ho’oponopono, Zero Limits and AT Zero. 🙂