for (DocResults)                        Dr. Houston Vetter


My life was defined by a pronounced, regular mood swing into an extreme depression.  When I was not depressed, I just tried to get as much done as I could so that I would be supported when it happened again.  I avoided making commitments because I couldn't count on myself to be "up to it" emotionally.


I am on an even keel, learning to trust myself to be reliable and predictable.  I can make plans in the future now that I know I will be fine!  I am also more active day-to-day and not pushing myself into over-productive behaviors just because I am having "a good day".

Lorriane D., Friendswood, TX

And this is the most interesting part.. there are no more problems.. there is no more hour after hour of self analysis.. no-one to analyze.. no-one to observe.... There are a few tears maybe once a week now, rather than 4 or 5 times a day.. And those tears are of release and joy from acceptance of my own okness.

From a letter from Mary J., Charlotte, N.C

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All my relationships work better now and I have found the love of my life.

Betty Rand, Los Angeles, CA


"The Power Portal -The Structure and Design of Long-Lasting Success"


My Story - Chapter 1


The Moral of the Story . . .

 One sunny day a rabbit came out of her hole in the ground to enjoy the fine weather. The day was so nice that she became careless and a fox sneaked up behind her and caught her.

 "I am going to eat you for lunch!” said the fox.

 "Wait!" replied the rabbit; "You should at least wait a few days."

 "Oh yeah? Why should I wait?"

 "Well, I am just finishing my thesis on 'The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves’."

 "Are you crazy? I should eat you right now! Everybody knows that a fox will always win over a rabbit."

 "Not really, not according to my research. If you like, you can come into my hole and read it for yourself. If you are not convinced, you can go ahead and have me for lunch."

 "You really are crazy!"   However, since the fox was curious and had nothing to lose, it went with the rabbit. The fox never came out.  A few days later the rabbit was again taking a break from writing and sure enough, a wolf came out of the bushes and was ready to set upon her.

 "Wait!" yelled the rabbit; "you can't eat me right now."

 "And why might that be, my furry appetizer?"

 "I am almost finished writing my thesis on 'The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves'."

 The wolf laughed so hard it almost lost its grip on the rabbit.  "Maybe I shouldn't eat you. You really are sick--in the head.  You might have something contagious."

 "Come and read it for yourself.  You can eat me afterward if you disagree with my conclusions."

 So the wolf went down into the rabbit's hole and never came out. The rabbit finished her thesis and was out celebrating in the local lettuce patch. Another rabbit came along and asked, "What's up? You seem very happy."

 "Yup, I just finished my thesis."

 "Congratulations. What's it about?"

 "The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves’."

 "Are you sure? That doesn't sound right."

 "Oh yes. Come and read it for yourself."

 So together, they went down into the rabbit's hole.  As they entered, the friend saw the typical graduate abode -- albeit a rather messy one after writing a thesis.  The computer with the controversial work was in one corner. In addition, to the right there was a pile of fox bones, on the left a pile of wolf bones.  Moreover, in the middle was a large, well-fed lion.



The moral of the story:

 The title of your thesis doesn't matter.

The subject doesn't matter.

The research doesn't matter.

All that matters is who your advisor is.


 Hello, my name is Houston.  I wasn’t always called Houston though. It is one of four names I was given at birth.  In fact, although I have three names plus a last name of “Vetter” on my birth certificate somehow I guess that still wasn’t enough of a choice or flexibility. 

 For the first 17 to 18 years of my life I went by the nickname “Buddy," that does not appear on my birth certificate.  I have the impression that the nickname came from my Grandmother, she being of Scotch, Irish, Dutch and Anglo heritage and my father being a full-blooded German named Adolf.  I inherited that name as one of the three names besides Houston on my birth certificate without the name Buddy anywhere on that sheet of paper.

 Anyway, I don’t know about you but in this world I started out as a child and I was born naked.  They say I was born in a place called Petoskey, Michigan.  I lived there three weeks.  I remember it well. 

So well in fact that as I was typing this into the word processor I had to go look in my file and find my birth certificate so I could spell Petoskey right.  By the way, does your birth certificate have an expiration date on it?

 From there, we moved (my mother, half-brother and I) to Shelbyville, Tennessee.  Shelbyville has two distinctions.  At that time it was the walking horse capitol of the world and where they make the #2 lead pencils that are needed for all those tests and forms.

Who makes the #1 lead pencils and how can they be number 1?

 We moved in with my Grandparents on my mother’s side or else we would have been in a different country, my father being German and all.

 The story I heard, because I don’t remember, was that my father, my dad whatever titles one wants to use, anyway my male parental unit was sitting at a card table and I crawled over and grabbed his pant leg.  He picked me up and threw me across the room.  I hit the wall and slid down.  He got up, walked out of the house and never returned.

 Anyway, we lived at my Grandparents until one day when I was about 3.  I was at the babysitter’s playing in the sandbox.  This reminds me of what Steven Wright the comedian once said as a child when we played in a quicksand box.  I was an only child eventually.

 My mother came to pick me up and told me we’re going for a ride.  Like any excited 3 year old, I wanted to go.  In addition, like any 3 year old I kept asking, “Are we there yet?”


Are we there yet?


Well, the next thing you know we drive into this area that looks like a college campus.  You know lots of buildings and dorms.  Being 3 years old and not knowing what a college campus looked like made it all strange and fascinating to me.

 We went to the dining hall and they seated me at a square table with seven other little boys between the ages of 3 and 6, two per side.  Afterwards, I walked with the boys to their dormitory.  I don’t remember my mom telling me I was going to live here.


Me live here?


Yet this is interesting and fascinating because we go into this room we have to sit in three rows (there are about 12 of us) and we watch TV.  The only challenge is that the show we get to watch is Perry Mason, which our houseparent enjoys.

 I don’t know about you but at 3 years old, I really wasn’t into Perry Mason.  Where were the funny looking characters, the falls, the talking mouse and duck and of course Foghorn-Leghorn and the little chicken hawk, “I say, I say look at me boy when I’m talking to ya son!” 

 That night I slept in a new bed in a room with 12 other boys.  This was my introduction and first experience with orphanage life.

The pattern became one of my mother visiting every Friday evening through Sunday noon.  During the week, I would live the life of an orphan.  It was regimented and structured.  There were rules, lots of rules.  It is also fun.

 One Friday afternoon I was on the concrete porch waiting for my mom.  I waited and waited and waited.  After a while I started getting that feeling in my stomach of not getting what I wanted, that feeling of loss, that feeling of fear.

 As it grew and compounded upon itself, feeling upon feeling, it moved into blame, shame, guilt and fear.  The dreaded why question came up, why me?  What have I done to deserve this?  I began to feel hopeless and lost. 


I began to cry.


I stood on that porch crying, bawling and feeling worthless until it was dark and I was made to go to bed.  It is interesting that there was a part of me that stayed on that porch hope against hope that she would show up.

 The next morning before they rang the big bell in the middle of the campus that signaled we had thirty minutes to go to the dining hall for breakfast.  I was back on that little 3x4 concrete porch pacing, looking and waiting with hope.

 After breakfast, which I did not eat, I was back on the porch feeling the hopelessness starting to creep back upon me.  I don’t know how long it took, maybe 10 minutes, maybe 30 minutes or an hour.  All I know is that by lunch I was bawling and completely hopeless again.


This continued all day Saturday and all day Sunday.


When Monday rolled around, my unconscious already knew that my mother was normally never there on Monday.  I went into that mode of being the little boy living in this place with 175 other kids ranging from the age of 3 months to 18 years of age.  They call it an orphanage.

 The next Friday about the same time I was back out on that porch pacing, waiting and hoping!  This weekend wasn’t as bad as the weekend before and by the next weekend I barely noticed she wasn’t there.  In fact, I didn’t notice she did not come.

 Later in life, one of the possible meanings I gave to this episode was that the orphanage administrators had asked my mother not to come.  Maybe I wasn’t adjusting to orphanage life well enough.

 Whether it was true or not wasn’t important.  It was just a way that I used to cope, justify, honor my mother and take the responsibility for what was going on.  This gave me more power and control over me.


What are you thinking and believing that gives

you more power and control over you?


After the porch escapade, my mother came and visited me about twice a year during those early years and I would get to go home (Grandma’s house) for about a week once a year.   At those times, I would spend time with my mom, my brother, my Grandma and John-Daddy (my grandfather).

 In later years my Grandma would tell me that she had raised my brother, who was ten years older than me, and had not wanted to raise another child.  That’s how I happened to end up in the orphanage.

 Almost every time I tell my story (and this is just the beginning) I usually throw in a few jokes and humor. My story, my entire story is about empowerment.  I have very rarely told it as a tearjerker.  On the few occasions, where I just really made people feel sad it was because they were talking about how bad their past had been.

 My Grampa Vetter said we have some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is that you’re the only problem you have and the good news is...



You are the solution.


 I grew up in a fundamentalist Christian orphanage.  Although they didn’t realize it, and they didn’t intend it to be, it was fantastic.  I grew up believing that we had it right and that if others just believed it the way we did, they would be all right, too.  Except the words and actions just did not line up together. 

 They keep talking about knowing the truth and the truth setting you free.  Except that the truth or what we were calling the truth, our interpretation of truth puts people in bondage.

 Anyway, I grew up, went to college and seminary got two Piled Higher and Deepers (PhD's -Comparative Religion and Psychology) and became a pastor—which was blasphemy to the Christian group I was raised in.  They had a problem with the word “pastor", not the job description of what one does, just the title.

 One day someone asked me why I was a pastor, since what I did as a pastor, my job description was not in the book (Bible), so I searched it out.  What I did was in the book, but no one person did it.  So for me, I just became a believer again and started giving responsibility back to others.

 Looking up the word RESPONSIBILITY was a fun endeavor.

  Responsibility has nothing to do with

blame, shame, guilt or fear.

 Oh by the way, blame, shame, guilt and fears are things other people (and sometimes we) use to try to control others.  They are useless emotions used to control others.

 When you look up the word “responsibility” in the dictionary, it says something about commitment.  It did not look right, sound right or feel right.  So I looked up the word “ability," which means, “power to” and the prefix “re” means “again, once again."  On the other hand, like we said as kids “do over

 Therefore, responsibility has something to do with the power to do something again.  The word “spond” wasn’t in the regular dictionary so I went to the Greek dictionary.  There I found the word “sponde."  It is a Greek musical term meaning “liberation, to liberate."

 Responsibility means the power to once again liberate.  Personal Responsibility is the power to again liberate oneself.  What a great word.  Wouldn’t you like to

  Once, again, liberate yourself.

 Now let’s clarify two little words that may have caused you a few problems because we haven’t had them cleared up.  The words are “to” and “for."  People get stuck when they take “responsibility for” someone or something when they should be taking “responsibility to."

 As an example, let’s presuppose that one of the main reasons we are here on planet earth is to learn.  So each one of us man, woman and child are here to learn.  This gives us the power to liberate ourselves again.

 For the sake of this example, let’s say that a child runs out into the street and is hit by a car.  Who’s responsible for this?  Now some people will blame, accuse or assign responsibility for this to the driver.  Some assign it to the parents but not many where the responsibility really lies.

 The driver is responsible to drive safely.  The parents’ responsibility is to caringly teach, to pass on to the child the wisdom of looking before entering the street.  The child has the power to liberate itself by learning to take responsibility “for” what he has been taught.

 You are responsible “to” family, friends and society to differing degrees and yet you are only responsible “for” yourself and your communication. 

 Foundation Stone:


The meaning of your communication is the response you get, not your intention.


In addition, that brings up the question “How do we communicate?” which leads to the discussion about the conscious and the unconscious (or the subconscious).  We understand language by way of our unconscious processes.  We will discuss this in the next chapter.

 Let’s talk now about changing habits because that is a big part of creating WISDOM.  Universities like Duke and Stanford were doing studies on how to help people change habits and they wound up studying Hypnosis.

 You see they found out that to consciously change a habit takes anywhere from 17 to 18 months.  Take weight for example.  One would have to get down to their ideal weight and then continue doing the same things consciously for another 17 to 18 months to hopefully make it an unconscious habit.

 No wonder many the diet programs don’t last because the average American diet starts on Monday and ends on Wednesday.  I’ve had people tell me theirs started on Monday and ended on the same Monday.

 They determined to change a habit that we might as well do it where the habit resides, in the unconscious.  That way it can be changed a whole lot quicker and easier.  Like someone says, “Hypnosis is the easiest, quickest, most cost effective way to get long term permanent results.”

 Hypnosis is not mystical or magical.  Every human being goes through… a naturally occurring state At least twice a day whether they want to or not.  Like a broken clock has to be right at least twice a day. My belief is that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis.  The hypnotists here aren’t the real hypnotists, you are.  You are the one who is going to relax and take these suggestions. We are just the guides, teachers and coaches. We don’t get to play the game, you do.

 The Universities said they felt there were three types of people who couldn’t be hypnotized. The first type of person is someone with an IQ of 70 or below.  The reason is all hypnosis is just a brainwave pattern. 

 I don’t know if you are aware that the Beta brainwave is the one of the four brainwaves that is used for trance level -- which is the fastest, most active.  That is where we store judgment, stress, anger, frustration, fear, and any of the negative emotions.  That’s about 12 percent. We spend most of our time in this trance.  We call it the reactive mind.

 Supporting that are the Alpha and Theta trance levels.  Have you ever been at a red light, it turned green, and someone behind you had to honk at you?   That’s an Alpha Trance.  Also, when you’re in an elevator or driving your car and not remembering the last 15 minutes are also Alpha Trances.

 Now the Theta brainwave trance is when you are relaxing at home watching TV, listening to music or lying in bed with your eyes closed and you can hear everything that’s going on.  Your body’s asleep yet your mind’s awake.  The phone rings or someone calls your name and you go, “Oh! leave me alone because I feel so good.” That’s the Theta trance level. 

 Below that is Delta level.  Have you ever been asleep?  Then you were in a trance, a Delta Trance.

 The reason the Universities said that someone with an IQ of 70 or below could not be hypnotized is because they didn’t think they could hold the trance level long enough to be able to take the suggestions.  Clinical hypnosis is performed in the Theta trance level.  When someone with an IQ of 70 or below closes their eyes and they are not receiving visual stimulation they go right through Theta to Delta.

 The second type of person they said could not be hypnotized is someone who is on severe mind-altering drugs, drunk or stoned.  It makes complete sense to me.  They are already in a trance and very suggestible.  Why would I want to get them in another trance?

 The third type of person that they said could not be hypnotized is someone who chooses not to be.  Which goes back to my belief that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis.

 Now, the reason hypnosis works is because you work perfectly.  You are getting everything you have programmed yourself to get.  Let me give you an example: when we were little our metabolism was faster, plates were smaller and our parents would tell us things like “eat everything on your plate because there are starving children in….”

  Therefore, when we were full we would continue to eat to please… Mom and Dad.  Now that we are older, our metabolism is slower and the plates are larger.  A lot of the time when we are full we have a hard time not wanting to clean the rest of our plates because of the patterns we established when we were younger.

 So one of the big morals of the story is, like Grampa Vetter said:


What you fail to learn through intelligence,

you will learn through physical example.


 Let’s say that again, and louder.










Here are some good beliefs to cultivate.  Later you will learn how to install any belief you want.  For now, here are a few of the ones I started with:


Know my outcome, model what works, take action and develop sensory acuity to know what I’m getting, and keep refining it until…


1)   Everything happens for a reason and a purpose, and it serves to teach me.

a.   Everything has possibilities.

i. Retrace my steps.

ii. Learn painful lessons.

iii. Mend fences.

iv. Look at new possibilities.

b.   Expect things to work out well.

c.   My best efforts will be successful.

d.   See the potential in a situation.


2)   There is no such thing as failure.  There are only results.

a.   EXPERIENCE – The one benefit I have today over yesterday.

b.   When learn from every human experience, I succeed in anything I do.


3)   Whatever happens, take responsibility.

a.   You create your world. (Your view of it.)

b.   No matter how good or bad, I create it.

i. Maybe by physical actions

ii.  Maybe by level and tenor of my thoughts

c.   I generate my experience in life by behavior or thought.

d.   I’m not at the mercy of circumstances.

e.   Things don’t just happen to me.

f.    The meaning of my communication is the response it gets.

i. Changing my actions changes my communication.

ii. Taking responsibility is power to change my results.


4)      It’s not necessary to understand everything to be able to use everything.

a.   Use what’s essential.

b.   Working knowledge – not every last detail

c.   There is a balance between use and knowledge.


5)   People are my greatest resource.

a.   I have a sense of respect and appreciation for others.

b.   Remain alert, read – just behavior, recalibrate my actions.


6)   Work is play.

a.   “Make your vocation your vacation.” – Mark Twain

b.   Work your way toward this kind of job (state of mind).

c.   There are no dead-end jobs.


7)   There is no abiding (lasting) success without commitment.

a.   Great success requires great commitment.

b.   I’m willing to pay the price.

c.   WIT, Whatever it takes, without hurting others.


 In the next chapter, we are going to learn the starting point needed to build a foundation for The Power Portal…