Life's Golden Ticket by Brendon Burchard

voice. Now, release all the feeling in your body. Feel your face and shoulders and neck relax. . . . Good. No thoughts. No feelings. Now, pretend the crowd isn’t even there. Right now you’re completely alone on this stage. . . . Good . . . no thoughts, no feelings, just my voice.”
    He walked in front of the seven people at the back of the stage and brushed his hand on each one’s shoulder as he passed. He said, “If you just felt a touch on your shoulder, I want you to stand still, eyes closed, breathing deeply for a while.”
    He walked back to the three people standing at the front of the stage and briefly touched each of them on the head. “If you just felt your head touched, I want you to pretend that the crowd is gone and you’re safe and comfortable. You just hear my voice and you feel totally comfortable. As a matter of fact, you’re better than comfortable—you feel like you’re about to have the best sex in your life. . . . You feel absolutely HORNY. ”
    The crowd erupted in laughter. So did I. For some reason, his serene Indian accent just didn’t seem to go with the word horny. The three subjects didn’t seem to notice. Harsh motioned for me to come and stand behind the woman in the black skirt.
    He continued. “As a matter of fact, you feel so good onstage right now that you think everyone on this stage is absolutely sexy. You believe that so much that if you should take your seat and I should ask you later on how the people on the stage look, you’d jump up and down and scream as loud as you could, ‘They’re sexy! ”
    Harsh reached up to the woman’s forehead, pushed her backward, and said, “You’re in control.”
    The woman fell into my arms and opened her eyes in surprise. I helped her stand, and she turned and looked at me in confusion, wondering what had just happened. Harsh approached her immediately and said, “Well, ma’am, you were right—you’re in complete control. I tried to hypnotize you and you just fell asleep! Luckily, my assistant caught you! How do you feel right now?”
    The woman sprouted a huge grin, and her face turned a forbidden red. The crowd burst into laughter.
    â€œWhy don’t you go back to your seat, my princess. Everyone give her a hand for joining us and playing along.”
    The crowd obliged, and Harsh moved on to the other two. He did exactly the same routine: a push, an apology, a question that made them feel aroused. The crowd ate it up.
    Motioning to the remaining seven people onstage, Harsh said, “Okay, now on to our lucky seven. They’ve been standing back here the whole time, unconscious, and missing out on all our fun. What do you think, folks? Should we invite them into the fun? Should we throw them a party?”
    The crowd hooted and hollered.
    â€œGood. So let’s throw a party!”
    A dance song exploded through the speakers, and colored spotlights showered the stage.
    â€œNow, of course, at any party,” Harsh said, “you’ve got to have some dancers. What do you think, folks? Are these people cut out to be dancers? How do they look? ”
    The skinny woman in the black skirt and the other two volunteers seated in the audience jumped to their feet and screamed, “They’re sexy! ”
    The crowd burst into laughter.
    The three suddenly looked around, unsure what had just happened, and immediately sat down, embarrassed.
    The crowd erupted into more gales of laughter.
    Harsh continued. “Oh, well, if the seven people up here onstage are sexy, I guess they’ll be great dancers. Of course, we all know men are usually too chicken to dance, but maybe these four remaining men will play with us today.”
    Harsh touched three of the men on their heads and whispered something to them, leaving the fourth man alone.
    â€œAnd we all know women are much better dancers,” Harsh continued. “Women have much