My Wayne Dyer Experience

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By Wayne Elise

I had a breakup when I was eighteen with a girl named Anita. I thought she was special, but looking back, I wonder why I felt that way. She used to make out with her Shih Tzu.

But back then, I was inconsolable, so my dad threw a coffee-stained paperback at me. "Try this," he said. "I won it in a card game at work."

The book was called Your Erroneous Zones and at first glance people thought I was reading a sex book. "It's not what you think," I told them. "It's just a similar spelling. Honestly, I'm not a perv."

Well, I was a perv. But I didn't want them thinking so. So I took to reading the book under the table. 

Your Erroneous Zones taught self-actualization and was packed with tips on managing relationships with people. I must have read that book and Wayne Dyer's other early stuff a hundred times. "It's brilliant," I told people. "Made me a new man. Just don't read it in public."

His ideas on self-empowerment helped me forget my emotional woonkiedonk and direct my energy towards self-improvement. I even bought his books for friends who read them, and then did questionable things like end long-term relationships (for the best) and quit jobs to go to clown college (probably also for the best). Wayne's ideas were dynamite. 

In a sense, these books inspired my career later in life. And also I enjoy seeing personal transformation and also Wayne looked so content hanging out in his robe, drinking a Coca-Cola. He made guru seem a viable career path.

It was around that time I dragged my dad with me to see Wayne Dyer give a talk in Detroit. "I just win books in card games," my dad said. "I don't really read them."

"Well I do," I told him. "Trust me, this is going to be great. Wayne's a genius."

Boy, was I disappointed.

I expected an intense, go-getting, run through-the-wall type speech. Instead I got a guy wearing robes and talking about spiritual stuff, forgiveness, our souls... Who cares? I wanted to hear more tips on handling the sarcastic cashier at Kroger. 

But I had to admit, he held the crowd spellbound and was one of the most naturally charismatic speakers I've seen. In hindsight, I learned a lot that night about speaking, performance and how to handle yourself as a thought-leader without being an arrogant prick. 

Flash forward twenty three years later to 2010 and I had mostly forgotten about Wayne Dyer. My inspirations had become things like Modern Shakespeare Interpretation and soaking in the tub for a long time.

And so I was surprised when I was sitting in Madison Square Park in Manhattan, minding my own business, sipping a Starbucks and tweeting a photo of my foot, when Wayne Dyer walks up and stands in front of me, talking into his cellphone. 

I think this is kinda an odd moment considering he was my guru when I was 18. He looks down at me, I nod politely, and he covers the receiver and says, "Talking to my daughter," as if it's the most natural thing to mention to a stranger. I say, "You're Wayne Dyer. I saw you speak in Detroit in 87."  He says, "I'll be right back." Twenty minutes later he walks back, still on the phone and hands me two DVDs of talks he did for PBS or some such and walks away. I am again disappointed in my Wayne Dyer experience. "I'd rather have had a photo," I mumble to myself, "than some stupid DVDs. Who gives out DVDs anymore anyway? Just weird."

I never opened the DVDs and re-gifted them to a friend of a friend. Surprisingly, this woman ends up loving the DVDs, and in turn offers me crash space in her loft in NYC as I was desperately looking for an apartment then and burning money staying in a hotel. It was a life saver.  And being in NY enabled me to later meet my lovely wife on the lower East. 

So years later, today, at my Conversation Camp in Chicago, a client asks me for any books I've read in self-help and I tell him the truth. I told him most self-help is crap and I avoid reading other people's stuff for the most part because I want my ideas to sound original and be representative of experience and real-world testing, and not just theory. "I like to work things out for myself even if that can be a torturous route sometimes." But then, for some reason Wayne Dyer pops into my head and I tell him about these very old books that I read years ago. 

The client has indeed heard of Dyer, so I tell him the story of the strange meeting in the Madison Square Park. 

We finish the camp and I get back to my hotel here, and check Twitter and I see Wayne Dyer has, this very day, passed away at his home in Hawaii. 

I'm again disappointed in my Wayne Dyer experience. 

RIP Wayne Dyer

Plan On Meeting Someone In Chicago

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Chicago is the place in midwest America you can meet a sexy East European tourist - one with a gap in her teeth and wearing a scarf.

So here’s the plan:
Go to the Art Institute of Chicago. 111 S Michigan Ave, Chicago, IL 60603

This is the 5th most visited art museum in the country, btw. When in Chicago, I take clients there. It’s an easy place to meet people. Seriously, why bother with becoming an Uber driver to meet chicks. The Art Institute is IT if you like attractive, progressive-minded artistic types who are lonely and desperate.

I’m kidding of course. Sort of. The Art Museum is an easy place to start conversation because you have Floppies all around (see my ebook). As I always say, it’s much easier to start where the person’s mind is and take them somewhere interesting than the other way around.

This place is so good it might be worth buying the yearly pass. That way you'll attend the gallery parties - which, just to warn you, are full of old people. But they got grandkids, right? Make the investment. Charm a grandma with your interest in her 'hoots' she used to have with Cloris Leachman and Mel Brooks. Also, gallery openings are great places to take dates. Girls get to wear a dress and heels, guys get to dust off their 1999 prom tuxedo and put gel in their hair.


Okay, enough playing around. We're assigning you a mission: Go to the Museum, meet someone new and experience an adventure together. People you meet there are going to be traveling tourists from Bulgaria. And when people travel they like adventure. Think about it. That’s what you like when you travel. Else, what’s the point… And that follows our number 3 rule of being charismatic: Find out what people want and sell it to them.

Let’s talk strategy.

Rightfully so, everyone makes a beeline for the Van Gogh self-portrait. Makes sense. It’s a freaking Van Gogh! It’s impressive enough that it’s in Chicago which is a long way from the Netherlands. But it's also a bit of infamous art history. Stand under it and soak in the vibes of a bad-ass, tortured artist. But then get away. Truthfully, it's not much of a conversation piece once you get past the obvious.

"That must have been before he lopped his ear,” you say.

"No,” she says. “It was the other one."

“What’re you talking about?”

“The ear. He cut the other ear. We forget he used a mirror to paint his self portrait so that’s really his right ear. He cut off his left.”

“That’s cheating in my book.”

“How so?”

“Using a mirror. All my self-portraits are done from memory.”

“Good for you. This is so depressing.”

“Nice weather we’re having though isn't it?”

“What? There’s drought in California! Children are dying! What sort of heartless bastard are you? Stay away from me! Ahhhh!!!!”

See Van Gogh is not conducive towards positive conversational flow.

So instead check out my favorite, Paris Street, Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte.

All you need to do is just stand there and soon you’ll have company of the most discerning type of art babe.


Here’s how it could go:

A girl pauses next to you, putting her hand on her chin and studying the painting.

"What do you think?" you ask.

She turns towards you and smiles. You smile in return. It’s like letting the cat out of the bag in Walmart - full of mischief.

"I like the movement - this plunging perspective.” She gestures with her hand. “It is I think, modern looking. Because of the patenta. No?”

“Well, I don’t know what patena means but that all sounds good to me. You’re obviously knowledgable about art. I'm impressed. I’m happy to run into a professional art person such as you.”

“Yes. I know much about this. You are lucky. What is your idea on this?”

You point at the painting. “I think those people seem unaware their umbrellas are about to crash into each other.”

“Yes. This is true. I did not notice this thing. It is funny, no? You notice this. Ha. Perhaps you are art critic. Ha.”

“Yeah. You notice all the intelligent, deep, creative, meaning. It takes an amateur like me to notice the obvious. By the way, I couldn’t help hearing you have an accent. Are you from Indiana?”

“No. I am from Bulgaria.”

“Really? Great. I like Bulgarian people.”

“How many Bulgarian people do you know?”

“Counting you? One, so far. But hope to meet more. I like you. You gotta a good vibe. Your English is good.”

“And you, where are you from?”

“I’m from the country of East Chicago. We make pizza. You can come. We can get you a visa.”

She laughs. “It sounds like a country I would like to visit.”

“May I ask you a personal question?”

“This kind of question may be scary, no?”

“No? It’s easy. This may seem a little forward of me but I would like to invite you on an adventure.”

“Oh. What kind of adventure will this happen?”

“We walk around the gallery a bit more. You can teach me how to see art the right way and then I’ll take you to my favorite piece of art. It’s called the Bean. Have you been?”

“No. I do not know this.”

“We will take pictures there for you to put on Facebook. It’s great for that. And then, if you still enjoy my company, I’ll take you to Wicker Park where the hipsters roam and there’s a Delorean in a coffee shop, and then we can eat tapas and drink wine and get to know each other better. That is of course, if you are free to do this. I don’t really know your relationship situation.”

“Yes. My boyfriend would maybe disapprove of this idea.”

“Oh, I see. Yes. I understand. Relationships are important. I would want to make sure you did what you need to do to be happy with your relationship.”

“I am joking. I no longer have boyfriend. He went to go fight with Russian army.”

“Oh wow. Um okay. Sounds like an interesting situation. What do you think? Shall we go? Would you like some time to think about it? I can go around the corner and hang with the guard. His name's Cleavis and he likes romantic comedies.”

“That is okay. I will go. I like this idea of adventure.”

Of course she does.


Hope you’ve enjoyed this Chicago mission. See you out there soon Chicago conversationalists or if you live somewhere else, maybe consider visiting the city when you have the chance.

Incidentally, I’m in Chicago this weekend to teach my Conversation Camp. Would love to see you there. We work on storytelling and making a good impression and being funny and all the stuff that makes you a great conversationalist.

All the best, Wayne Elise

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Never Met A Verb I Didn't Like

By Wayne Elise

Effective conversation is about capturing the imagination of other people.

Try this exercise. Close your eyes and imagine a banana. If other thoughts intrude, go back to the banana. It’s yellow. It grows in a tropical climate. It’s what your mom sliced up and droppled into your Rice Krispies. Just keep thinking about that banana. If other non-banana thoughts intrude, push them out and go back to your fruit.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Okay, you can stop now. I apologize. This is an impossible exercise. With all due respect to Buddhist Monks, if you’re like me, your mind just refuses to hold a constant, unmoving, static, boring image in mind for very long before it starts to wander.

We crave movement and change.

Now let’s try a slightly different exercise. Imagine a banana. But this time, do something with it. Peel your banana. Walk your banana over to a vat of boiling chocolate and dip it. Pull it out and watch the steam rise off the chocolate as it cools and hardens over your banana. Put your nose close and sniff.

Now imagine taking a bite. Chew your banana and swallow the mash. Feel it make it’s way down to your stomach and quench your hunger. Smile in satisfaction.

Okay. Chances are you stayed with our banana story the entire time. Your mind didn’t wander much.

People naturally focus on movement. Like most predators, our eyes are forward facing. That's so we can use ‘binocular summation’ to detect the smallest movement ahead in the bush. We are geared to detect and pay attention to movement. If we want people to listen to our conversation we should strive to stick more action in them.

Comedians often talk about Jokes Per Minute - JPM. They always trying to pump up their JPM. We can create a similar metric and call it Verbs Per Minute - VPM.  This is a metric to help us judge the quality of our conversation and storytelling.

This week let's try to focus on increasing our VPM. Here are some suggestions to help enable that:

* Make a conscious effort. It's easy to forget to work on our conversation skills once we arrive at work and the day gets busy. Try tagging a reminder in your calendar: '4 O clock meeting with IT team. Yo, use more Verbs to inspire.' 

* Rework your ritual conversations. We all recognize and participate in ritual conversations daily: "How are you?" "Fine, how about yourself?" "Good." "Good weekend?" "Yes. You?" "Splendid."

 Few people spend much time thinking on making these conversations more interesting. But it's a good place to start because you can work up something more 'verby' ahead of time. 

"How are you?"

"If you were to measure it on a scale from one to ten, you can write me up as an eight. Thanks for asking."

Or:

"Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?"

"I'll have a chocolate latte please, and if you can sprinkle in some extra love that would probably make me smile."

* Put in more Reaction Shots too. AKA, talk in the same way a film director films a movie. There are only a few type of shots in movie making. After the director hits us up with a few shots to establish the setting, she sets about showing us a series of Action and Reactions Shots. 

These two type of shots help each other. An action shot (man drives his car off a cliff) gives rise to a reaction shot. The people standing on the edge of the cliff cry out or they smile or they just stare expressionless. The flavor of their reactions tell us the meaning of the action we just witnesses. When a movie editor gets the raw footage from a director his primary task is to match action and reaction shots. 

Often we forget the importance of saying how we (or other characters in our conversation) feel. Instead we speak in judgements. "Holland Park is great." Right. That may be true, but that's a judgement. A judgement is an opinion disguised as a fact. It doesn't carry the personality of an emotion which is individual. Better to say, "I love Holland Park." This then leads to the natural use of more action in our conversation. We can then show how we love it. "I like walking my dog Betsy at seven o clock in the morning and enjoy seeing all the Russian nannies struggling to juggle their Starbucks and prams."

Okay, hope you enjoy these ideas and putting more verbs in your conversation. If you want to know more just page through the posts here on the site or come to a Conversation Camp and learn from me in person. I'd love to help.

All the best,
Wayne