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Easily.

Um, and nowadays I feel like a lot of people think that, um, more is best.

What do you think about that? Like, um, is it more about the quality or the quantity or both? I'm talking about, like, your presence as a builder, founder on different, um, media channels.

What do you think about that? Like, should some- someone take all the speakership opportunities everywhere, uh, and post every day or more, um, have a curated presence? I've done it both.

Like, I've done it all.

Like, I've done it where I've done daily videos, daily interviews, f- uh, like several interviews a day, uh, five days a week, and I've done more focused interviews that are, that have more thought in- put into it, that are longer, that, um, I guess are well, are more well thought out.

Yeah.

But I'll take us now back to your origin story, which is how did you get introduced to Saraset and only as much as you're comfortable, but what is it you were, might have been experiencing or felt stuck in what might've been some of the different things you had tried previously and then how you found Saraset and how it impacted you.

Yeah, absolutely.

Well, I think a lot of people can resonate with this, but from a very young age, I felt like I wasn't experiencing the full potential of my brain.

Whether that was things like too much stress, like insomnia, because of the really heavy study schedule I had as someone who's very academically gifted.

I just knew that even though I was performing at a high level, that there was something missing.

And the word stuck was a word that came up a lot.

I feel stuck in stress.

And, and so that was when I tried Sarasa and it was absolutely life-changing because I Again, probably within the first one or two sessions, my sleep had restored itself, the vomiting had started, and it literally felt like I got my life back again.

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I stood there in the stairwell of my church with a look of shock and disbelief on my face at what I had just witnessed.

There was a man named Walter Marcus, who was homeless, standing next to me, and when he saw the look on my face, he said to me, "Christine, believe and don't doubt." Here I was, a minister in my white religious robes, and there he was, a homeless man in his dirty clothes and worn-out shoes, telling me to believe and not doubt.

[upbeat music] Despite the fact that I grew up in and around church and believed in God, I'd always been a bit skeptical about so-called miracles.

I remember seeing some 20/20 special a while ago about faith healers who would wear these hidden earphones and microphones, and they would plant people in the congregation, and essentially fake miraculous healings.

And then they would pass the offering plate around and tell people that if you have enough faith and cash, that God would heal youAnd I thought that that was just despicable to take advantage of people who were already vulnerable because they were ill and to hype up this atmosphere of unfounded hope and then squeeze money out of them.

This one fall, my friend Marian invited me to a charismatic conference, and charismatics are a wing of the church that emphasize that God is a supernatural God who acts in a supernatural way and that miracles are actually normal for the Christian life.

Mm.

And that's the brain's main job anyway, to just make sure you don't blow all of your energy all at once.

And so it's going to help you come up with that creative idea of, oh, let's do more research.

Oh, let's figure out another way.

Oh, maybe you don't wanna go there on vacation, and you're on some other path.

So it's sneaky and it's genius, but we, again, have to get that thinking on board with us, with our main goal.

So the setting the vision is gonna help you.

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We're back.

I could feel the sweat forming in the palms of my hands and a pit growing in my stomach as I sat in the backseat of an old Mercedes-Benz, which was being driven by North Korean officials.

I could see a large figure looming in the distance, and I knew where they were taking us, and I didn't like it one bit.

I had just arrived in Pyongyang, North Korea, with my father and our good friend, Paul Kim.

The airport officials had checked our passports and the visas that we had secured in Beijing, and then they immediately confiscated our passports.

I remember it felt a little like being locked in the trunk of a car, and the only way that you could get out was if someone let you out.

It was 1997, which was just a few years into a terrible famine that North Korea had experienced, where some estimates say that over 3 million people had already died of starvation.