MABO & JIMMY HUB: FIND LINKS BELOW FOR OUR PRODUCTS & SOCIAL SITES
About Mabo & Jimmy
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"Mabo is the cutest thing on the planet!" That's what I always say; hi, my name is Jimmy. Mabo left Japan at 18, barely able to speak English, with the dream of becoming a sports medicine trainer...and that's precisely what he did, and much more! He worked with the Denver Broncos for two training seasons and received his Master's in Physical Education with a sports medicine/sports training degree. He was the head trainer at Northwood University and now works with Baylor, Scott & White Hospital as one of their top sports medicine trainers.
Mabo is the most unique person I have ever met; he innately lives in a state of JOY, with a massive capacity for LOVE and a foundation of PEACE. He doesn't have the capacity for holding onto anger; I've never seen him angry for more than 3-5 minutes at a time. Mabo also doesn't live with guilt, shame, anger, revenge, regret, fear, jealousy, or harsh judgment of himself or others. (On the other hand, I am an over-thinker and have been good at all of the above and have been learning to minimize them throughout my life.) Mabo doesn't like when I say this, but I'm pretty sure he is a LIVING BUDDHA.
Mabo coined the term "Cuteness is Justice," which embodies his entire being. Cuteness comes from within and is an expression of LOVE & JOY. Cuteness supersedes the definition of "pretty" because it isn't based on a societal viewpoint of outward "beauty." "Living life CUTE" is CHOOSING a life of PEACE, LOVE & JOY (and yes, it is a choice).
Mabo and I live with our rescued doggies, Baby (pitbull mix), Cinnamon Girl (Rhodesian ridgeback), BooBoo Bear (bull mastiff) & Butterball (bull & dingo mix). I'm a natural rescuer, not by profession, and just before Mabo moved in with me, I had 13 dogs and a cat named George (my family). Yes, it does sound like a good title to a Country & Western song. Mabo arrived at a perfect time to help, as many of my dogs were then very old, making their final years more comfortable, happy, and peaceful.
Oh yeah, making Mabo even more buddhamazing, let us not forget my Mom and Dad, the retired minister & wife, moved in with us in 2016 so we could care for them. We lived lovingly and peacefully together until my Mom passed away in March of 2022. After Mom's passing, Dad decided to move back to Michigan to be in the area where he preached for 35 years, where he had many friends and much more family. My Mom, the minister's wife, loved and adored Mabo as if he were her son. And, every time I speak with Dad, he expresses his love and appreciation for Mabo (and me).
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Hi, I'm Jimmy, and I was born a son of a preachin' man in a religion so conservative they thought the Baptists were too LIBERAL and going to hell. Luckily for me, my dad was more open-minded and became more so as time passed. Good thing he did, as my parents ended up living with Mabo and me (and not against their will).
I was born "pretty," and it's not what you think. This kind of "pretty" is the one with permanent quotation marks. Jimmy may not be very bright, but at least he's "pretty." Yeah, that kind of "pretty." The quotation marks, in this case, designate an aptitude issue. Let's say I was a little slow at catching onto things, like essential life-changing lessons and other important things.
Though, in the traditional sense, I did grow up being CUTE, painfully so. Yep, I know what you're thinking, "it must be tough growing up cute," I know, right? The girls and women (and some of the men) at church would pinch my chubby cheeks and pull on my long blonde eyelashes and hair; I grew to hate the word "cute." In my childhood mind, CUTE = PAIN.
Things took a turn for the worse at about the age of 7, in the Boy's section of a department store. I was introduced to a new word that would shape the course of my life for decades to follow. As I stood there dreaming of how cool I would look in all the colorful and groovy clothes spread far and wide before me, like those I had seen on TV shows like The Sonny & Cher Show and The Brady Bunch, I was suddenly ripped from my purple haze and escorted to the rear of the BOYS department. Behind me, I saw bright colors, textures, patterns, and my will to live.
When we landed, I was presented with one rack of the beige-est clothing I had ever seen; not one color, texture, or pattern. And to make it clear, in the 70s, beige wasn't an actual color; it was an allocation of shame for fat boys. Above that pitiful rack of oversized "clothing" was a sign spelling out in big chunky beat-up letters: HUSKY BOYS. Once I grasped the depth of the H-Bomb that had just been dropped upon my apparently pudgy little head, my chubby little boy's mind decided my body was FAT & UNLOVABLE. Body issues and the feeling that "no one could love THIS body" followed me well into adulthood, even when I was thin. By my teens, it turned into an entirely new issue; I was still assigned the description of CUTE, which is a horrible designation for a young man who desperately desired to be "handsome." Chubby, funny, and terminally CUTE - WELCOME TO MY LIFE.
Speaking of "funny," I found out at a young age, probably around 7, the time of the H-BOMB, that I could make people laugh. At this young age, I found myself standing in front of the Widow's Peak, the section of older women who sat at the rear corner of the church auditorium, making them laugh. The significant part of this was realizing I didn't need to plan what to say; give me a captive and receptive audience (they were both), and the "funny" popped into my head and out of my mouth - without a filter. I realized my lack of filter and my propensity to over-share seemed to amuse them most. I understand that I have a twisted sense of humor without much of a filter and no basement in sight. Just like my Mom, I find humor in the most inappropriate times. And I don't mind making a fool of myself if it makes someone laugh or diffuses and difficult situation.
This natural ability of humor is most likely what helped me gain and hold onto what confidence I did have throughout my life, which was substantial. Where I lacked confidence in my body, I made up for it with humor and my ability to be a "good boy." I used my humor to become a master of "Look over there," helping me guide what people saw and didn't see, especially when it came to the closet where I hid a significant part of myself.
Over the past decade, especially since meeting Mabo, I have grown to appreciate my body and have come to peace with my cuteness. Mabo is right; Cuteness is Justice! Cuteness wins in the end.
Oh, and a little educational and occupational history, I have a clothing and design background and was a pioneer in the soy candle industry. Now I can design and make anything in as many colors, textures and patterns as I like. The funny thing is, I now feel good in shades of tan and beige, with a splash of ORANGE and plaid, of course!
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Before meeting Mabo, I was experiencing a new level of JOY after a multi-year depression when I realized I love County & Western dancing. After several months of expanding my self-LOVE and JOY, I knew I was ready for love. (This is a very condensed version.) I began calling forth the love of my life. I had only THREE things on my shortlist.
1) They have the capacity for LOVE as great as myself or greater.
2) They have the capacity for JOY as great as myself or greater.
3) We each think the other is the "cutest thing on the planet."
I guess there was a fourth item on that list, NO GIRLS - been there, and I'd say I done that, but I'm not sure I actually did it and didn't need to go backward at this point.
Mabo's ENERGY was the first thing that caught my attention. He was masked and dressed as a Power Ranger, doing the most adorable & JOY-FILLED Country & Western line dance I had ever seen. "That is the energy (JOY) I want in my life!" As Mabo spun around, the tight outfit showed his cute backside, "...and I could live with that for the rest of my life!"
It was Halloween weekend 2011 at the Round-Up Saloon & Dancehall (where you will find us nearly every weekend dancing and twirling). We had what I call a Country & Western Dancehall Romance, and almost two years after that fateful Halloween weekend night, we got married in P-town, MASSACHUSETTS.
What makes this story more remarkable is the fact that Mabo was wearing a mask, and what attracted me was item number 2 on my list. It wasn't his face, race, or age that attracted me; it was his boundless JOY and, of course, his cute behind.
Mabo not only possesses EVERYTHING on my shortlist, but even the things I feared were asking too much! I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ON THE PLANET. Though I know luck had nothing to do with it. I intentionally called forth the love of my life; let me explain.
In 1997 I started learning how to Self-Manifest; I also refer to it as calling forth, and practiced it successfully over the next decade and a half, creating businesses and products and playing a significant role in launching a new industry category, soy wax candles (which is now a multi-BILLION dollar industry). Here's the twist, Self-Manifesting can work for you or against you.
When fear slips in the back door, it can control the steering wheel of your Magical Manifesting Machine and take you on a hell-ride, usually without your knowledge or conscious choosing. When you wake up, you're stuck on an endless highway to hell with no exits and no rest stops. Fear can paralyze you to the point of forgetting how to operate your Magical Manifesting Machine, which isn't quite magical if you're not controlling it.
This is what happened to me as my former life partner of 14.5 years decided it would be best if we started seeing other people, coinciding with the economic crash of 2008 and the beginning of the collapse of my business. Everything I worked for in love and life over the past decade and a half ended in a fear-filled process. This began my multi-year depression. (Fast forward...) One day, which began the end of my depressive period, I woke up and remembered what I knew about Self-Manifesting and applied those tools to myself, not to create a product, business, or a physical thing, but to create a life filled with PEACE, LOVE, and JOY. And when I managed that, I wanted to share my life with someone with PEACE, LOVE, and JOY, as great as myself or greater. "I am ready for love," I called forth the love of my life.
Because I connected with my PEACE, LOVE, and JOY, it allowed me to attract someone like Mabo. I know what loss feels like, I know what depression and anxiety feel like, and I know how to operate my Magical Manifesting Machine to create a life filled with PEACE, LOVE, and JOY, and the ability to attract someone to share it with.
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