The Mojo Master
Coach in Copper Coast

Before inspiring thousands of people to live the life they want, Michael Johnson (The Mojo Master), first had to deal with his own obstacles in life. Plagued with learning difficulties, depression, chronic fatigue, torment and ridicule which led to contemplating suicide, Michaels story is an example of how anybody can overcome obstacles in their life and achieve what they want. Fast forward to today and he is helping transform the lives of thousands of people through creating inspiring education and has a portfolio of personal clients with over a billion dollars of wealth.

As a youngster I was inquisitive. I wanted to know how everything worked and was frequently in trouble for breaking things. I didn’t realise that sometimes things do not go back together the same way they came apart.Not only did my inquisitive nature get me into trouble at home but the same patterns followed me across to school.“Michael stop talking and distracting others,” teachers would say as I talked to those around me during class time. My inability to sit still and focus would later turn out to be undiagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder, learning difficulties and mild dyslexia. From my point of view I didn’t understand how most things taught in school related to life skills. I wanted to know why birds fly, why the most popular kid at school was an A&*E hole and I wanted to learn how to make money as I was always being teased for wearing cheap shoes and clothes. Learning algebra and making salt crystals in chemistry were not my thing.Doing my best to fit in at school was not something I was good at.Being punished at school and at home for not achieving good grades was the norm. But for me the hardest thing I found about growing up was not fitting in at school. I was constantly bullied for my red hair, pale skin and being chubby. Every day for me was a dark day from the second I woke up until the time I went to bed.Each day I was fighting inner demons in a dark place without light. During school holidays I would sit at home by myself for weeks watching movies as it was rare that I would be invited to do something with other kids. At the age of 9 I ran away from home as I felt I did not belong. My need to escape the harsh world around me did not go away through my teenage years, my pain only became worse.To combat bullying I learned how to fight and frequently found myself fighting my tormentors as a way of stopping the pain. This eventually led to my expulsion from school. As if the darkness and demons in my head weren’t bad enough, I now felt like a total disappointment to my family. I struggled to even look my parents in the eye and would sit at home every day feeling sorry for myself and hating myself. I felt like a worthless piece of shit. I had enough of the pain of being alone in this terrifying darkness. I would spend days crying and hating myself.