Who Am I?

My name is Mark Ivar Myhre. The first thing you should know about me is I don't have any medical background. My only formal education consists of a 4-year degree in Horticulture from the University of Florida. Which is fine if you want to open a flower shop. (I don't.)

Instead, my story revolves around why I didn't become a doctor.

Depression and anxiety started early in my life.  In fact, it seemed I was saddled with every emotional problem known to man.

And I was able to completely heal myself of all emotional pain!  Now I love my emotions - no matter what I'm feeling.  Life has become a JOY - the way it's supposed to be.

Looking back, though, it's a wonder I was able to make it through those dark years. Certainly it took a few miracles along the way.

I just knew God or some Higher Power made a mistake. I should've been born on some other planet somewhere... a planet without all the pain and suffering.

I started as a sad scared little boy, and it appeared I was set for a life of misery.

How could I possibly make anything of my life?

Then, at the age of 17, I discovered meditation.

I grabbed it like a drowning person. And I never let up. Spending two, three, sometimes four hours a day sitting in a dark room focusing on my breath seemed like more than just a 'neat idea'. It was a lifeline.

I used to tell myself that learning to meditate saved my life. Whether it did or not, I'll never know.

But AT LAST I had something POSITIVE to focus on!

And I just couldn't get enough of it. It gave me a way to disengage from all my mental and emotional garbage.

Now mind you, I was still in the water. But at least I had a pretty secure life preserver keeping me afloat. Life became somewhat tolerable... almost palatable. As long as I was sitting in that dark room.

I still had a tough time interacting with the outside world. I always felt I'd be pounced upon by some overwhelming force for some unknown crime. So I always tried to keep a buffer zone between me and the world.

I continued to tread water. Muddling through life as the chronic underachiever. Pathetic, really, but what could I do?

Take a stand, accept responsibility for my life, and own that I'm the source of all my pain and misfortune? Nah... I'd rather continue to blame and avoid and pretend I have it together at least a little bit.

"I think I'll go meditate instead."

So yes, meditation did become a way for me to avoid responsibility. But at least it was fun, and it felt good, and it was just so easy to do. So why not?

Luckily, those years - which turned into decades - were laying the foundation for a whole new way of life. I learned how to focus. I learned patience. And even though I didn't realize it at the time, I was developing my imagination to a high degree.

It's like I was working out. But rather than strengthening physical muscles, I was working on mental ones instead. I spent over two decades laying down the firewood and kindling, and letting it season. And then the spark came.

My life didn't really begin until the age of forty. I still remember walking down that cobbled side street in Salem, Massachusetts, back in 1996. Stopping in front of a gift shop. Peering through the plate glass window that revealed not a soul, not even a store clerk. (Which is the only reason I walked in, since I didn't want to deal with anybody.)

And then having the surprise of my life when I saw a room full of people seated in a circle, getting ready to discuss... something. That's when I was introduced to a whole new way of meditation. It involved visualization, and a lot more.

Just as 22 years earlier I'd taken my new-found toy and run with it; so now, I took this shiny new toy and embraced it as fully and completely as I could. I dove in deep. I didn't want to come up for air.

Then things started to happen. I got happier. I started making money. And I discovered responsibility wasn't so bad after all. And avoiding anything seemed like the waste of time it really is. The depression lifted. And the anxiety. And even the pity!

I started to see the world was only a refraction of what was inside of me to begin with. If I was scared, I created a scary world. If I was angry, I created an angry world. But if I was at peace... loving and accepting myself...

Sitting and meditating - now sitting and visualizing - took on a whole new meaning. There's just SO MUCH going on inside. And I want to explore it all. After almost 14 years, I've only scratched the surface. Just working with the subconscious mind alone will take many more than the remaining years of my life - to fully charter and map the terrain of it.

And check this out:

You already know about the emotional wellspring, if you've read my free e-book on emotional healing. It's the entry point of raw thought and feeling into each of us. It's the source of our power.

Well, where does that raw thought and that raw feeling come from? Ever think about it? I do. All the time. And I've even gone to the source of thought and feeling. It's an experience.

That's just one of many things I'm working on now that I've discovered the joy of creative visualization. If you'd like to join me, that's why I built this site called 'Creative Visualization'.

And what you'll learn, is that it's NOT 'just your imagination'. It's REAL. More real than anything else you've ever experienced. And it can profoundly influence what happens in the outer world.

The adventure - and my life - is only beginning.

And what an adventure it will be.