My Introduction

Dear Reader,

I assume you have read through the Welcome section, which in turn has brought you here, My Introduction…if you haven’t, then I suggest you go there first, so you have an understanding of what is to come…

Anyway, my intention for this section is for you to comprehend who I am, what I did for a living, when and where did all this occur, how I discovered a buried secret which propels us to continue on our mundane normal lives, and finally, why I completely changed my pathway in life and sharing my fantastic journey with you right now…Let me warn you in advance that I am expecting company any time soon…So, would you like to grab a cup of ☕️ coffee or any drink for that matter before we begin? Now is the time to do it…

Let me reintroduce myself again, my name is Caleb Duggins, or CalDug which I often use as my pen name…My mother used to call me by that name when I was still a kid, and it just stuck with me ever since…Indeed, that name carries a high sentimental value to me…more than you’ll ever know…I’ve always been curious why she called me by that name in the first place…”It’s just a nickname”, she would often say…Well, I was to find out, later in life, that it was ‘more than just a nickname’…And I’ll reveal that story to you as you continue along with me on my fantastic journey…

Life for me wasn’t easy…well, to be honest, I had a pretty comfortable life until the ‘accident’…and after that, everything changed…Going back to the beginning, I was an only child and lived with my parents…there names were Michael and Carolyn Duggins…friends and neighbors would refer to them as Mike and Carol for short…we lived a pretty decent life…Both my mom and dad worked as lecturers and researchers in Stanford University…being a kid back then, I didn’t realize the importance of their work…I mean, how could I anyway?..the only thing I knew what to do was play, play, and more play…Simply put, they were very dedicated at their work…so dedicated that it ended up killing them in the process…The police told me that it was a car accident…hit and run…they never did find the culprit…truth be told, I was very devastated on that unfortunate day…being so innocent and naive at the time, I believed every word that my parents were killed in a car accident…without ever questioning if the accident was a planned death execution by a mysterious someone…Little did I know, that my parents were involved in something so deep it would change the world…and I would finally realize the real reason why my mom nicknamed me CalDug…

After my parents so-called deaths, I was put in an orphanage as none of my  relatives (aunts and uncles) were willing to take me into their homes…the reason being they weren’t financially stable to support me…”We have just enough to support our kids…another child would be too much for us to handle…” is the answer that I received…and plus, my parents didn’t leave me a single cent…all their assets were ceased by the banks and sold to pay off all existing debts…life insurance? My parents didn’t trust the insurance companies..so I was left with nothing except my personal belongings…I was 8 years old at the time and you can imagine the effect this kind of tragedy would have on a child such as me…alone and scared in this great big 🌎 world…I was truly left with an uncertainty of how I was to go on living…this whole feeling of being alone and enduring the process of having no one you can rely on except yourself left me with a scar that I would carry throughout my entire life…When I hear a story about a kid who lost his or her parents at an early age, making them an orphan, I know that he or she has to dig deep down within their soul to find twice the courage and strength to continue on this path we call life as compared to the children who have a loving family to take care of them…Because that is exactly what I had to do…been there, done that…Something to ponder about the next time you judge an orphaned kid…

The days of being an orphan were one of the darkest periods of my life..let me tell you now, you have to consider yourself really lucky if you never experienced living in an orphanage…and some people have asked me the name of the orphanage I was raised in…and my reply is I kinda wanna keep that information confidential as I really intend to forget that part of my life, so let’s just call it The Orphanage…so getting back to that, growing up in The Orphanage was horrible…it was like a prolonging nightmare you just wanted to wake up from…the attendants working there did their job…they made sure we were fed, cleaned up, and in bed at the designated time…however, they did so by instilling fear into our very souls…if we did something wrong, made a mistake, or failed to follow the scheduled routine, we’d be punished, and by that I mean getting beat up…their intentions were probably so we became disciplined, ergo the reason we were treated like soldiers…but as children at the time, we didn’t want to be cared for like that…the one thing that all orphanages lack is love…and that is all we ever wanted, to be loved…not to be hated or frowned upon…After four unbearable years at The Orphanage, I was fortunate enough to be adopted by a family who was willing to care for me and raise me up to be an adult…I shall never forget their kindness for accepting me as one of their own and definitely will repay them one day…

So, now you have a glimpse of my upbringing, and hopefully still continuing with me on my journey, let’s unravel the mystery of the secret which I think you’re still wondering about and how we are all linked to this…

Fast forward 10 years after graduating from college…I was 33 years old and working at a company  in California which helps to promote life insurance, medical insurance, car insurance, and practically any type of insurance you can name…the company’s name was The Great Life Insurance…as I told you before, my parents never trusted the insurance companies and here I was working for one…go figure…anyway, I was working for the company since I was 25 years old, and right off the bat I was making around 50 grand a year…it was 2009 and for me that was good money for a starting salary…and I was pretty damn good at my job…I had sold a lot of insurance, more than I can count, to so many people that I was consistently winning prestigious awards from my company for my outstanding performance…it was amazing, and I was climbing the so-called ladder to success at an increasingly fast pace…from a senior manager post, I was promoted to a Director post in no time…and the dollars kept rolling in…So, starting at a 5 digit annual salary, it suddenly grew to a 6 figure salary…I was on top of the world baby…I could afford to buy anything I wanted to…the penthouse, luxury cars, designers clothes, expensive gadgets, dining at fancy restaurants…you name it…I was living the good life, right? I mean by age 33, I had achieved success..the big salary, the high ranking post (which puts me in a position of power, right?), the luxury penthouse, the expensive toys (cars included), and plus I had a hot girlfriend who was…well, I’m not gonna go into explicit detail on our activities…it’s private guys!! Anyway, I think you get the picture…the problem was, I kept wanting more…it was like a drug, and I was totally addicted…I wanted more money, more power…and the problem with wanting more is that you’ll never truly be satisfied with what you have…no matter how much money I made, my expenditure would match it…In fact, I was spending money that I never had which resulted me to be heavily in debt…I would soon realize that this is the trap they want you to be in for a life long servitude in the workforce…So, now instead of wanting to work, I was forced to work to pay off all my piling debts…And as a Director for my company, the burden on my shoulders got heavier, the working hours at the office became longer, the headaches to complete tasks became more frequent, and thus resulting in my overall health condition to gradually decrease, mentally and physically…Is all this sacrifice worth this so-called success? To be miserable at a job, heavily in debt, having poor health conditions, and relationships in turmoil (yes, that hot girlfriend threating to break up with me).

I thought I was happy…I thought I had everything…But now I realized what I had back then was only temporary happiness…I was never truly fulfilled…sure I was making a lot of money at that time and it did feel very good…but the feeling was the same as having a delicious bowl of ice cream…as soon as the ice cream is finished, that happy sensation goes away and you immediately find yourself wanting to eat more ice cream…And I came to an epiphany that success without fulfillment is actually the ultimate failure…If you’re in a job that you’re not passionate about and it doesn’t bring any fulfillment to you, than you’re wasting your time doing it…If your number one reason to work is because of the money, than chances are, your life will become miserable…You think money will bring you happiness but instead it brings you the opposite…You will be a slave to money and it will control your life…trust me, been there, done that…At this very moment, I no longer work for that insurance company, instead I’m a full time writer and I’m very passionate about it…And I don’t make as much money as I did working for that company, but I can tell you that I’m very happy and satisfied by the work I’m doing now…And that’s all that really matters…You must find that one thing that will truly give you fulfillment…and when you find it, work hard at it to achieve it…then you will find true success…For me, that one thing is FREEDOM…free from the trap that society wants you to become…free from the rat race…free to spend my time to do the things that bring me fulfillment…

Now, what does all of this have to do with the buried secret which I have yet to unfold? And the answer is EVERYTHING…It is the truth that has set me free from the pleasures that society has to offer…it has opened my eyes to use my true potential to achieve success…And I believe wholeheartedly that it will do the very same to you…if you open up your mind and digest everything you’re about to learn, you will come to understand that all that you know has led you to live in a certain way…and it’s not just you, but more than 3/4 of the human population on this planet goes on living in that very same pattern…this definitely isn’t a coincidence, if that’s what you’re thinking…and I stumbled upon this shocking truth that……

(knock..knock…knock….)

Excuse me, someone’s at the door…I told you I was expecting someone, right? Well, this has been quite a long introduction and I should stop here…don’t fret, I will finish that last remark before we were kindly interrupted in the next chapter, The Lie That We Live which will be coming out really soon…Be sure to check that out in The Journey Section…However, if you like, you can read an article which I’ve written entitled The Last Day of Your Life which is kept in The Obvious Truth section…that is if you’re interested…until then, may the truth set you free…

CalDug