Welcome to Amo Ni. My name is Bo Bissett. Below is my story and the evolution of the process I use to help others avoid similar pain.

Amo Ni

Inner Struggles

 

For all of my youth and over two decades of my adult life, I struggled. I don’t know where it came from, but I never really felt like I fit in. I had a nice family, friends, and grew up never really wanting for much. I excelled at the sports I played, got decent grades even though I never studied, and never had a problem finding a girlfriend.

But a toxic brew bubbled under the surface.

And when it did, anger quickly followed, and I’d instantly go from one of the best players on the field/court to one of the worst. That same pattern repeated in the classroom. I felt stupid, worthless, like a failure of immense proportions.

Anger

As my talents on the soccer field caught up with the hours I practiced, I blew out my ACL, MCL, and wrecked the cartilage in my knee at 15. We didn’t get surgery initially, but the doctor told me I wouldn’t play anymore. I, more than likely, would not have played professionally, but I identified with Bo Bissett as a soccer player… until I wasn’t anymore.

 

Substance Abuse

 

Alcohol had already entered my life by that point, and may have wrecked me if my knee hadn’t because the decisions I started making veered away from my friends. I found new ones. Then pushed them away, too.

A month after my first year at university, I rolled my car late at night through a telephone pole.

I was drunk.

Luckily, I was alone… in the car and on the road.

The first cop on the scene told the ambulance to take their time. My car looked like a soda can you crush between your hands. I still can’t believe I survived that crash.

I broke more bones than I could count on my mangled fingers, including both femurs (with brand new, shiny metal rods inserted) and a crushed knee (same as my soccer injury), as well as enough stitches and staples to account for every day that year and a few months worth the next. It took several other surgeries before the knee was in good enough shape for me to lead a normal walking life.

 

Angels and Demons

 

Angels

After they moved me from Intensive care, my ex-girlfriend’s mother told me a story. In one of my morphine-induced stupors, I told her about the grandfather I never met (he died years prior) appearing while I sat trapped in the car after the accident. The old man stood in a tunnel of light. He blocked my way and told me it wasn’t my time. I pleaded, but eventually turned back. A friend of mine who died of heart issues in grade school stood beside him, encouraging me to “go back”.

After hearing that story, I regretted that decision for nearly 20 more years. I tried over and over to drown myself to sleep, to quiet the voices in my head that told me I wasn’t any good.

I didn’t have it in me to take more proactive measures, but I felt certain the alcohol would take me eventually, hopefully, in my sleep.

Two years later, coming back from work, I stopped at a friend’s party. I did a keg stand, promised to return after a shower, and never did.

On my way home, I tried to shoot through an intersection on my skateboard. A car met me halfway. I nearly lost my right leg, completely mangled my left ankle, and fractured a few more. I spent a year battling a staph infection while my family hoped and prayed the medicine would keep it at bay so the bone graph they used to patch my leg would take.

It did.

After I graduated, my love of cocaine followed. I started selling financial products to help people save for retirement. I felt like a fraud every day I walked into the office.

One night, while dusting off an eight-ball alone, I stumbled across an article about people teaching English overseas. My cocaine habit got so bad, I figured the only way to get away from it was to run away. I didn’t want to disappoint/embarrass my family more, so I booked a ticket, and within a week, had given away everything I owned, including my car. I licked the corner of my final bag of coke and tossed it in the trash as I walked into the airport.

I left a six-figure job, and after travelling for 6 months, settled into teaching Taiwanese kids English for about $15 an hour.

 

I Was a Runner (Familiar?)

 

I started running away at 12. My parents called my brother and me into their room after Christmas to tell us, “Mommy and Daddy love you, but we don’t really like each other.”

I ran out of the house and spent the rest of the afternoon hiding. I returned home later that evening when I got cold and hungry.

That became my response when things got too heavy.

Then, when I discovered the “joys” of drugs and alcohol, I didn’t think I really need anyone else.

I met and ran away from some amazing people in some amazing places.

 

Forced to Change

 

The year doesn’t matter. I’m not a very sentimental person. I’m a runner, remember? Or I used to be.

About 10 years ago, the physical shell started showing cracks big enough to get my attention. At that point, I could put down a case (24 beers) then I’d polish it off with whiskey for the blackout I had gotten used to.

I realized the road I was on would be a lot more painful than I had expected.

No quiet night and sweet dreaming off to Neverland.

That’s when things snapped. The frustration, which I now know is our salvation, bubbled over into motivation and I made the changes.

After a few days of reflection, I turned on a dime and stopped drinking the next day.

 

Family to the Rescue

 

I called in the guards a.k.a. my family.

I let them know what I was dealing with and they helped.

But here’s the thing: you can’t tell yourself that you’re a piece of sh#t, for 20-plus years, then magically expect things to change.

However, things DID change. I was sober, but I had no clue how to function that way. It was a bit of a mind f*ck.

Imagine walking around with crutches all your life, then someone suddenly yanks them away.

 

Bees Don’t Complain

 

Busy

The best way to not lose my mind was to keep myself busy. I picked up night and day work, saved money and went back on the road. America’s a nice place to visit, but I never felt comfortable there.

I felt the same way about having kids. It’s just not something I ever wanted.

My family lives there, but I just don’t want.

Twice more I bounced until I finally met her.

Until that point, I’d never met anyone who forced me to change.

She did.

And as a result, we both started changing.

When we found each other, we were both injured, trying desperately to tread water. I’d upgrade, we’d have a knock-down-dragged-out argument, and she’d come along for the ride. Next, she’d upgrade and pull me along.

Sometimes we pushed each other.

Sometimes we pulled each other.

Sometimes we walked hand-in-hand beside one another

 

Saved by Dr. David Hawkins and Muscle Testing

 

No matter how hard we tried, we kept bumping up against the same patterns, both individually and collectively.

At this point, I’d read hundreds of self-help books, spent thousands on retreats, video courses, one-on-one therapy, yet I kept hitting a glass ceiling.

Thanks to an Amazon suggestion, I started reading Dr. David Hawkins’ work. His book, Power vs. Force, had a huge impact on me. I knew we had the capability to make changes in our lives.

Dr. Joe Dispenza’s work really resonated with me, as well, yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get his system to work.

What I liked most about Dr. Hawkins’ work was his use of muscle testing as a way to “hack” the system and establish a communication with the subconscious. I really believed all the things I had done to myself were my fault, just not my conscious fault.

I read more, researched more, and came across a person using this kind of work to help people heal from the emotional programs installed as children wreaking havoc in their lives decades later.

During my first session, walls fell down. I felt them physically crumble in my body and psyche. In the days and weeks that followed, I cried more than in all the 40 years prior combined.

 

Amo Ni is Born

 

Learning self-muscle testing changed my relationship with myself. Honestly, that was the biggest change and had the biggest impact on my life to date!

Things completely change once the blindfolds come off.

That’s how it feels when you are running on the unconscious programs you installed as a child.

Think about that last sentence for a minute: the knee-jerk reactions to people, places, things, situations, emotions, and energy you had AS A TODDLER are directing your day-to-day life.

The way you feel about:

  • money
  • men
  • women
  • romantic relationships
  • sex
  • money
  • food
  • poverty
  • race
  • religion…

…literally everything in your life you have a relationship with because there is a relationship between you and everything in your life is a program.

And EVERY SINGLE ONE of those things you have a relationship with is based on an emotion or a combination of emotions you installed as a child.

See how it’s like a hamster wheel? Go watch the Matrix again with this renewed perspective.

Does it feel like I’m repeating myself?

repetition

You’re doing EXACTLY THAT!!

Think you’re FREE?

You’re anything but free until you…

 

Find the Emotions

 

Using the principles of kinesiology and muscle testing, we have the tools needed to talk to the one person in charge of the entire show.

Most of us spend a lifetime looking outside of ourselves for the answers.

The minute, and I mean the VERY SECOND, you realize the way your life is being created is completely and unequivocably YOUR FAULT, change is racing up to embrace you.

By realizing it’s your fault, and that you have the power (and with muscle testing) the tools to forge a new path, your life changes.

Muscle testing puts you in DIRECT contact with your subconscious, giving you the places and ages you stored the emotions that are STILL directing your life ten, twenty… fifty years later!!!

 

Clear The Emotions

 

Once you know what you’re dealing with, we use intention to connect with the emotions. After establishing a conscious connection, we use meridian points scattered around the upper body and the Amo breath to release the stored energy.

 

Step Onto a New Path With Amo Ni

 

During, and in the days/weeks following each session, you recieve a gift. It’s kind of like bubbles popping.

Only these bubbles have gifts.

And the gift is self-awareness.

With that awareness you see point blank the thoughts, words, deeds, emotions, and energy you’ve held onto and used to create the life you are living.

It is in that moment that you have a choice: you can keep doing things the same way, or now that you know the behavior you’ve been using, you can choose differently.

That is the power of this process. That is the power of Amo Ni.

 

Change Can Happen in an Instant

 

And it can last a lifetime, if and ONLY IF YOU CHANGE.

Changing your diet doesn’t work

Changing your habits doesn’t work.

Changing your partner doesn’t work.

Amo Ni works because it changes your programs and when that happens, it changes who you are and how you show up in life.

 

What Does Amo Ni mean?

 

Amo, in Spanish, means “I love”. Ni, in Chinese, means “you”. Amo Ni literally means I love you.

It’s a blended phrase, using blended methodologies to awaken the healer in you.

Because you ARE a healer.

Amo Ni - Healer

You’ve been led to believe you’re not… that you need a pill, potion, or shot to get the job done.

You were born a healer, and you’ll die a healer.

It’s now your job to remember that you CAN heal and you WILL heal once you’re ready to change.

When you start your journey with Amo Ni, you quickly learn I am just a guide.

I am my own healer.

You are your own healer.

The true potential to heal yourself and affect lasting changes in your life rests in YOUR loving hands.

Amo Ni!

Bo Bissett

I have my roots firmly planted in Vienna, Virginia and Kaohsiung Taiwan. Contact me or email me at: bo(at)amoniclear.com

Phone: ‪(703) 951-7959‬

Ayr Hill Ave NE Vienna, Virginia 22180

Amo Ni Name Meaning?

Amo, in Spanish, means “I love”. Ni, in Chinese, means “you”. Amo Ni combines some of the most potent energy healing practices from east and west, making it a holistic healing powerhouse to eradicate the programmed emotions controlling your day-to-day unconscious decisions and the direction of your life.

Amo Ni Pronunciation?

Amo (Ah Mo) Ni (Knee)

The first word, Amo, sounds similar to the universal sound Ohm with the Ahh drawn out. Check out this video for the exact pronunciation of Amo Ni and how to use it in your next clearing session.

In A Nutshell

self-awareness coach

I spent the first 4 decades of my life punishing, mutilating, demeaning, and destroying myself. Somewhere along the line, I realized those daily practices only made things worse, and despite my wishes to not move forward, I found my way. That's when I stopped trying to bury myself and, instead, started lifting.

It sounds cheesy, but YOU are the reason I'm here. Most people wouldn't have survived what I put myself through. I believe the lessons I learned from my pains can help you out of yours. And that's why I'm here: to show you the way.

Bo Bissett