Discovering the mission

A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.
– Mahatma Gandhi

I wanted this blog to be anonymous. Primarily because writing it wasn’t about what we were doing (I am certain that there is going to be enough and more publicity about that to come) but how it was getting done. However, guess I have to give some of the characters names just to make them easier to refer to. So, let’s call the man I met Mark.

The conversation with Mark over brunch was one of the strangest that I have had in a long time. The correspondences and equivalencies in our life: beliefs, ambitions, and objectives; was uncanny. However, I felt that Mark had been much braver than I had in his relentless pursuit and expression of his truth. I expressed my admiration and wondered whether I could use him as a shining example of how much development you can produce in yourself if you stick to which ever process you decide to use to develop.

As luck would have it, I was asked to find a speaker on the subject of resilience for the group of people that I was working with during Mental Health Awareness Month. I immediately thought of Mark and messaged him asking if we could have a quick coffee after swimming the following week.

What I had intended to be a quick coffee ended up being a two-hour discussion about what Mark had been doing recently. On his journey for his truth to be heard, he had been involved in an extremely challenging process which, despite the best efforts of the other party, had ended with an outcome that was deeply unsatisfactory to him on a mental, emotional and spiritual level. Never satisfied with process “done badly” Mark had researched who in the world knew about “Best Practice” for this process. Mark had told me the previous week that he had reached out to the guy – Will, an academic in the United States – “cold” emailing him for more information. He updated me that they had exchanged communications, shared a lot of information about each other’s stories and had cooked up a plan to scale the process that Will had spent many years refining.

As mentioned earlier the purpose of this blog is not to chronicle what we are doing but howit was getting done. At coffee, as Mark was telling me about the beginnings of his new adventure with Will, I had a “Damascene Moment” – a complete change of vocation as a result of a revelatory experience which overturned any previous commitment that I had. Almost before I realised what I had said the words “I want in” had popped out of my mouth. Mark looked pretty surprised and asked me why? I told him that what he was doing was completely “on mission”. When he asked me what mission was that? I replied, “to save the world!” As if it wasn’t completely obvious, but then corrected myself and said “to heal the world”. My Damascene Moment had all at once shown me a Path that I had never before imagined, but that I knew I could be beneficial to, and would be amazing for me to participate in too, and I was going to trust my intuition that it was exactly what I needed to do next.

Term Starts

“Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
How?
I don’t know. It’s a mystery.”
(Shakespeare in Love)

I used to work in Paris, where everyone goes on holidays in August, and for the lucky few, for the whole of August. So even though today is a Sunday, in my head, summer is over and term starts today.

Funny thing though, at time of writing, I am actually in Australia, where today was the first day of spring. However, spring, like the new term, is all about new beginnings which is exactly what I intended for this blog. To chronicle my new beginning, on the next stage of the journey.

My new beginning related to finally shedding the last vestiges of my childhood. Not physically (I have been hanging around in an adult body for many years now) but because for seemingly the first time in my adult life, I am taking responsibility for my own happiness and stopping looking everywhere else but myself for some one or some thing to “look after me.”

Like so many, many people, I grew up in a physically, mentally and emotionally unsafe environment and I have carried that pain around with me, unhealed, for the whole of my life so far. I explored every kind of physical, mental and emotional avenue to try and find a “fix” truly believing that the healing would come from anywhere but inside myself. 

Today, I not only realised that it was me that was going to have to heal me, I even began to see the path towards how I might be able to do that. I wanted this blog to chronicle my journey. I know that the journey will end in peace, because this is what I have chosen, so clearly, and without hesitation – so this story already has a happy ending.

So I would like to invite you to join me on the road, in the hope that my adventures will assist you on your own road. It’s time to let go of anything that isn’t peace, move on and live my best life.