 What you're about to watch is the story of my path to abundance and manifestation. It's a story like many, perhaps like yours. There's been hardship, adversity, self-doubt, all the hurdles we face as individuals. I've been through them all, but along my path I've discovered secrets, many hidden in plain sight, some hidden deep in the history of ancient wisdom that each of us can take advantage of. Life hacks that can reprogram your vision, your dreams, even your destiny. My name is David Wong, I'm the founder of Chi Life. Today my company creates cutting-edge technology to shape people's lives using the powers of resonant frequency. These technologies and the spiritual science behind them change the course of my life forever, and I'm confident that they can do the same for yours. That's why it's become my life's mission to share them with the world, and how I got here to this point in a position to help others wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. It was a bumpy road at times, with much to overcome. It was a path to awakening, and I'd like to help align you with your path. When I'm about to share with you, might just change your outlook, your perspective on the world, and maybe your entire life. I hope it does. Let's go back to the beginning. The journey to my awakening began on a cold winter's day in Vancouver, Canada. The day I fell three stories to the ground. That's right, three whole stories. I can barely believe in myself. How could anyone survive that? It was a long way down for a 9-year-old. A long way down for anyone, really. There was no real rhyme or reason to it happening either. A slip. A trip. A momentary lack of grip. I've been playing along a railing after school, leaning over it, balancing on its middle rung. Feeling the gravity tug in my body. Maybe the backpack I had on tipped the scales made me a little top-heavy. Who's to say? But there I went, head first, over the edge. And there I was, the frigid air rushing over my exposed cheeks as I plummeted to the ground. I felt like that guy at the end of Die Hard, wishing Bruce Willis had pulled me back to safety. And after that, nothing. An impact I can't remember. A fade to black took far in the shadows of my memory. Not my heavy winter jacket cushioned by landing. Just enough padding. Or maybe I landed at just the right angle. Good luck. Good fortune. Good chi. All of the above, I survived it all. But cement is cement. The damage was done. Someone, or something, must have been looking over me. Some of the other students found me not long after, facedown in the pool of my own blood. It was good they did. I was hurt very badly. I looked like I lost a fight with the biggest, toughest bully on the playground. Apparently I was speaking Chinese when I came too. A sort of bizarre thing you read about in a newspaper. I wonder what I said. I can just barely remember staring up at them. All bent down over top of me, like in the movie. A few of them went to find help. An ambulance came. And I was taken to the intensive care unit. I always wanted to ride in an ambulance. But not like that. The first surgery lasted about an hour. My neck was broken. My skull was fractured. The bleeding was both internal and external. I lost a liter of blood. Needed a donor infusion just to top me up again. Even the doctors probably looked surprised I was still alive. The initial X-rays showed the fractures in my skull had resulted in bone fragments. So they removed them during that first surgery, leaving a noticeable dent in my skull that would be addressed at another time. When I had the chance to recover a bit and gain back some strength, not exactly how I'd envisioned my evening going when I was eating my cereal that morning. I don't remember much from my time in the hospital. I was there for a week or so. My parents tell me that I would wake up calling out for my brother in the night. My eyes so swollen I couldn't tell what time it was or who was around me. I was unrecognizable, even bed-ridden and temporarily blind. I could still feel that frigid air though, rushing open my cheeks. It's the only thing I remembered, the only thing I could truly feel. I think my subconscious was trying to tell me, big things are happening. Are you ready, David? After some time to heal, I went through reconstructive surgery to address the dent in my skull. Back at home, life didn't return to normal. I had to wear a neck brace and special helmet while my skull healed. I looked like the Frankenstein experiment. Even the neighbor's cat was scared of me, which I kind of had fun with. Helmet only came off at bedtime when the softness of my pillow took over his duty and the dreams of falling kept coming each time less scary than the last. The bruising took its time to fade and with it, a part of me faded as well. Gone was the extrovert, the active jovial kid I was before. In his place, the introvert acquired herself a different model. I was transformed. It was strange. I could remember old me. He was in that distance. He was right there staring back at me, sticking his tongue out at me. I could almost reach out for him through the photographs on the wall. But I wasn't him. I was someone new. Someone I had to get to know. Something of a stranger. I fell three stories to the ground that day, but I was nine years old. But in many ways, I fell much farther. I fell into the beginnings of an abyss, a hole I would have to learn to climb out of. This was a defining moment for me. It changed the course of my life. The swelling subsided, and with newly opened eyes, I began to see the world differently. I probably didn't know it then. I was too preoccupied with re-enquanting with myself, but looking back now, with the hindsight of decades since, it's all so obvious. So clear. It was an awakening. Not everyone has these sorts of moments, transitions, transformations. In a lot of ways, it created new problems, new obstacles, new hurdles to overcome. And for the longest time, I hated that. Every speed bump along my path seemed completely linked to that day when I was nine. Always getting in my way, I wished it had never happened again. I wonder who I would have been if it had never happened. If I never lost my balance, if that frigid air had never rushed over my cheeks. But that's the secret. Balance. I realized now, looking back, that's what it's all about. I took losing my balance and losing my old self to find my footing, to find real balance, to bring my frequencies in tune, to find harmony within. And in the years since, I've made it my life's mission to help others, like you. Find your balance, your harmony, experience your own awakening. No dangerous falls or funny helmets required. It's a long way down still, and it's a fall into your own inner workings, deep into your sense of self. It's a journey that leads back to the top. It's falling up. It's learning to manifest and attract the things you want most in your life, and knowing what resources and tools are available to help you in that effort. You'll be surprised how easy it is to take your first step, to discover a new you, and you're probably already pretty great. So imagine an even better version of you. Imagine what you could accomplish. Next time. This could all be yours, David. Do you trust me?