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The Subconscious Mind

Your subconscious mind is like a huge memory bank, storing experiences and beliefs acquired mostly from before the age of 7. 
It is able to process extreme quantities of information from all of your senses and then translate them back to your brain.
Your subconscious mind makes everything you say and do fit a pattern consistent with your self-concept, your “master program.”
Your conscious mind commands and your subconscious mind obeys - it takes everything literally. It is unable to distinguish imagination from reality or try to apply logic to your thoughts. 
Your subconscious mind is habit based, causing you to feel emotionally and physically uncomfortable whenever you attempt to do anything new or different or to change any of your established patterns of behavior.
Dreams are the creation of your subconscious mind.
Your subconscious mind controls 95% of your life, it's always awake. It emerges to the surface when you are fully relaxed. You can ask for information or make requests of your subconscious mind and it will comply. 
The subconscious mind is always focused on the present moment - it is primal and does not use words.
Your subconscious mind contains your version of the truth - through repetition, you can reprogram this truth. 


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