"The Queen of the Castle" Inspirational digital book based on real life story

From the author:

The power of the mind, as a unique tool, allows us to master life to exercise change in any wishful or desirable direction through self-direction.
Individual self-direction can overcome any indoctrinated prototype if one wishes and wills change in order to succeed, achieve goals and dreams or to become virtuous.
The individual and collective courage to recognise, understand and accept the differences of personalities, their character and opinions; the differences of politics, theories and philosophies; the differences of traditions, ethnicities and cultures – will achieve peace of mind and peace in the world.
The ultimate conflict is in resistance of differences and not in the differences themselves. The ultimate value of life is in its diversity not similarity.
Life overall, as a reality that we observe, understand, describe and continue to explore, goes on moment by moment, generation by generation, era by era, from nothing to everything, in a perpetual process and only in one direction - forward through evolution and progress by changing and transforming constantly.
What else do you want?  Frankly, if you want more then go and get it.

The book is a not a traditional biography; it is a collaboration between the author and Renata.  It tells a real story and cites real life experiences.  The material is presented to allow you to consider, to think, to remember and to reflect upon your own present or past experiences. The story is inspirational reflection of individual courage; the courage to overcome adversity and to pursue and realise dreams.

From the book:

I can’t explain, even now, why I didn’t hate him, ever.  It never even crossed my mind.  I loved him all my life and felt sorry for him, most of the time.  He never realised or recognised how much I wanted to be helpful to him.  How hard I tried to make him proud of me.  I obeyed through discomfort, emotional pain and shame. It never got through. Never...

There was no reason to challenge my ‘friends’ about our friendship.  As far as I was concerned, there wasn’t one, not anymore.  They weren’t the like me, they were different, very different to me.  What they did, I could never do.  I couldn’t even contemplate doing such thing to anybody.  I had been hurt so many times, I’d been made to feel stupid so many times, and I could never do anything to cause more pain to anyone.  Getting revenge or even just bringing it up would not achieve anything but cause more pain in the world around me. 
At this point I discovered I was different.  And now, I understood one very important thing – I didn’t want to be anything like them.  I didn’t have to be like them. 
I’m not like them. I am different. 

I froze, unable to move.  He waited a couple of seconds and then started to yell out even louder.  “I have this paper for you to fill in.  Come here and I will show it to you.”  Indeed, he was holding a paper in his hands.  I slowly approached him, closer and closer.
“Here, take a look at it.  It is for you.”
I took it from his hand and nearly fainted.  It was a  paper from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, the famous American film studio.  I knew was that in the late ‘30s it had produced the well-know film, ‘The Wizard of Oz’, and that Elvis Presley himself had made a few of his earlier movies there.
The man, who had frightened me so much, was offering to send me to America?  I couldn’t believe it.  It sounded like a golden opportunity, my big break, my big chance.

We started to dance.  He was confident and relaxed and certainly well-mannered as he introduced himself.  We moved in time to the music and he smiled.  I smiled back –
“Why are you dancing with this man?” -came a vicious attack from nowhere.  It was loud, aggressive and very humiliating.
“Have I introduced you to this man?” he bellowed at me.
“Excuse me, sir, let me explain please” my dance partner said, attempting to sort out the misunderstanding.
“I am her father and I am talking to her!”  He was almost screaming at the poor man now who quickly retreated.
My father furiously turned to me, “Explain your self!” he demanded.
“I thought I could dance, father ...” I couldn’t even look at him.  I was sinking through the floor now, deeper and deeper, down to the sandy sea bed.
                                              
 

Even at my absolute best, I was merely ‘good’.  Should I have to demand more?  How could I?  What could I say?
Didn’t he see the progress I had made in the last year?  I had learned so much about shearing, breeding, crop growing, horse riding, cooking and cleaning.  Hadn’t I achieved anything?  Not even enough for a cheerful compliment?
Apparently not.  I would have to try harder and learn more if I wanted to be rewarded by him.  One day, he will say to me, ‘I am grateful for who you are.  I know how hard you are trying.  I appreciate everything that you are doing for us.  You make me so happy, I cherish you and I love you.’  Was that so hard to say?  Are there men anywhere who are capable of saying those sorts of things, even if it is just the benefit of the doubt?
 Whatever hurt I felt at that moment, I brushed aside and painted on a smile.  I took the hand of my significant other. After all, he was still my hero, and he was taking me out.
                                                                           

This wasn’t just me wanting to discover my self. There was a deep-seated need to find out all I could because I was so confused and unhappy.  Even if I hadn’t chosen my father, I did choose my husband.  The outcome of this choice was even more suppression, which led into depression.  I probably followed the same path that I had adopted with my father, total submission and dedication to please the master. The only reason that I divorced is that I couldn’t take it anymore.  I was mentally and physically exhausted.

We were making more than we anticipated. No need to rush and take risk.  First build credible reputation, steadily but surely but both of them were disagreed with my approach.  They were rushing to become the ‘big guys’.  I told my partner that I didn’t like the idea and I disagreed with his hiring of the new CEO.  I said “I’m selling my shares and resigning as a director.”
I announced my plans during a meeting, and no sooner were the words out of my mouth, other meeting attendees were making offers. I sold most of my shares before meeting ended.  I have never believed in get-rich-quick schemes and I didn’t want to become as big as they were planning.  I am not corporate personality at all. I am a single operator. I was happy of who I was and where I was, regardless of opportunity to make more money.  It was their goals and not mine.

You will also be faced with the general information about the property market and overall economy.  All is not as easy as it seems – it’s full of contradictions, and information is thrown at you from every angle:  “Invest in units,” but at the same time “Unit investments not performing”.  Next, you will see, “Property Market Is Up” and at the same time, “Property Market On Verge Of Big Fall”. You’ll also be confused by, “The Best Time To Buy Is Now” and at the same time, “The Wrong Move Is To Buy Now. Wait.”  See what I mean?
The information is neither right nor wrong because it is based on somebody else’s opinion.  Take note for yourself.  The right time to buy or not to buy must be right only for you and not for everyone else.  Only you, with an understanding of your own personal situation, will know the answer based on your own logic and your own reasoning.  Only you know what you want and what you can afford.  I think it was Buddha who once said something like, “Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, even if I said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense”.  That is so beautifully said.
                                                                 

Remember, an offer to buy a property should be based on your own situation and not be dictated to you by the ‘average market price’ or a real estate agent’s expectations.  It has to make sense to you, only. It has to be right for you, only. Once you have bought a property, the next step is to add value, which I present to you earlier and which is based on my personal experience, only.
 
                                                               

The first few days were spent listening to everybody around, of the many methods of extracting gold.  We stayed there for approximately two months, and we did recover a little bit of gold which was certainly a rewarding experience but not the spectacular result that I was anticipating. My perception had chanced because of my experience. What ever I didn’t know before about that place I know now. The ‘Big’ adventure had become in real life just a little one but I never regretting anything. Looking back I never even think about gold.  All I think about is my rattlesnake diner.

While he was going on with his explanation, I was barely listening.  Something he had said had pricked at my mind and intuitively, I was very disturbed and alarmed.  My brain was racing faster and faster, replaying the events from the moment I met her until now.  Suddenly I heard a voice in my head. ‘She will kill you and will make it look like you didn’t make it through surgery. You will be smothered with a pillow.’
I started to connect the dots and suddenly realised the horrible truth.  She was going to kill me! That is exactly why we came here.
The premonition was shocking, and I felt physically ill.  The confusing jumble of memories moved into crisp formation and her plan became crystal clear.

I also found that you can unwittingly become caught up in situations and be subjected to rumours and accusations.  I had bought a commercial building with three shops that were leased.  One of them sold poker machines.  The seller gave me no indication that there was anything wrong.  They were just normal and legitimate businesses. 
Later I overheard a comment made behind my back. “There she goes – the gambling Queen of the Gold Coast.”  I couldn’t understand what was behind this remark.  It turned out that one of the shops was actually operating an illegal casino after hours.  I had no idea – but that didn’t stop the rumours.
Another reminder to check your facts!

  I wish you well!

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