I've completed a project recently. A large-scale sporting event of global prominence. It came to me at a moment when I was seeking peace and quiet more than anything else. I was praying for guidance—not for more stress, tasks, or money.
I could easily have fallen into the traps of my past patterns. Yet, something inexplicable and undefinable—call it intuition, a soul-call, or as some say, our guardians, guides, or God Himself—nudged me to explore the opportunity. I resisted at first. I saw nothing but the horrors of 24/7 calls and bottomless pits of "shit-hit-the-fan" situations.
But the voice directed my brain's pattern recognition into uncharted territory. It asked me, for once, not to think, assume, or judge before it happened. It asked me to feel and release myself into the situation. I realised that the universe might be answering my calls directly. Perhaps God had received my memo—a single line that said, "Please show me the way." I'll be a good student, a nerd if you like, and do the chores. Just direct me toward my path, my purpose, I thought for myself. At the time, I was quite lost. Not completely, but nearing the edge of the abyss.
What if the answer to my prayers wasn't what I had expected? What if the answer was the same type of work I was seasoned in, but this time, I could run the show exactly how I always wanted? Complete freedom to put the right people in the right positions. To set the goals, parameters and strategy, set the right intention. To play it by ear and improvise when it made sense. To build everything on the pillars of good hearts and honesty, with zero deception and over-promising. To establish a culture of positive vibrations from day one.
So I decided to deploy every ounce of knowledge I had been collecting for nearly a quarter of a century. To lead by love and enthusiasm. To delegate trust, not tasks. To empower and nudge people just enough for them to start believing in a capacity they never assumed they had, but that to me was beyond obvious. To decide nothing, but to guide everyone toward their own decision-making as gently and patiently as I could.
I always felt my superpower was this weird ability to feel what needs to happen or be said. I just never granted myself permission to believe that going "heart-first" instead of "head-first" was my true path. I couldn't cross that Rubicon of letting myself go unhinged—to stop overthinking what others would think, or whether my processes complied with the mainstream architecture of getting things done.
For once, I let go. Despite the inherent risks of a multimillion-dollar job, I decided to be who I've always hoped to be fully. I reckoned that if God had really answered my prayers, this opportunity would also be a test—a graduation of sorts—to prove I was ready for what life had in store for me next—the frequency upgrade.
The test, like all real tests in life, came disguised as temptation. I initially tried all sorts of charades and excuses to decline the job. But then, in the middle of the night, I woke up with a question: Have I fine-tuned my body and mind to receive guidance from my soul, from the heavens, from the "Central Server" yet? Or is my mind playing nuanced, yet mean tricks on me?
There was only one way to find out.
I realised the only real change we can accomplish lies within ourselves. If stress were my internal response to external stimuli, then there must be a way to rewire it toward inner peace. And I jumped at this occasion to be the conductor of such a complex orchestra yet again, but with a completely different score sheet.
I brought the team in—not based on their fancy titles, but on their capacity to follow the frequency of their hearts. Some were veterans of sporting events; others came from the opposite, far end of the professional spectrum. Some were first-year students. Some were locals; some came from all over. The parameter they shared was the ability to work with an open heart and the belief that we were there to do good. Money was no driver. Fame neither. We wanted to make this country and its people proud. Our "Why" was rooted in love, passion, and goodness.
And… it worked. Boy, it worked. I have never worked less in my life. I have never encountered less friction or less stress. I was never calmer. I was radiating from the inside out, and it sent out a dangerously contagious vibe of joy. A team of seven people—that cosmic number again—completed the most complex project that the country has seen in its recent history.
Somebody was guiding us. Heavens and an army of invisible soldiers stood around us, helping us get the job done. The tiny organisation acted as if nothing I had ever witnessed before, self-adjusting through some seriously complex issues. No toxic vibes. Zero complaints. It felt almost like we'd been running on autopilot. And the best part was that external teams, suppliers of all sorts, vendors, and partners were somehow mesmerised and drawn into this particular frequency of our energy. They harmonised with us ever so fluidly. They smiled, laughed, and worked more than anyone could have asked for. What we set for our small circle became a self-expanding pattern, a modulation patch that took effect project-wide.
And the job was a success, by all possible metrics. Optics, eyeballs, footfall, balances… The numbers followed the way of the heart.
I was standing there in the background; for the first time in my life, there was a monumental business venture that did not require my direct involvement. I was proud of them all as I watched this orchestra play a glitch-free tune to the beat. I was beyond grateful for every one of them, their awareness of their newfound capacity, and the ability to push the envelope on their terms. I felt humble and happy for myself, too, for I guess I was granted a pass on this cosmic test.
Everything happened just the way I always felt it should.
That day I received The PhD of Myself, proving the thesis that "How Belief in what I Feel becomes the Truth that Creates Reality" works.
As I received this new title, I could finally relax and open the gates, letting the force come down on me and do what it does best: guide. My life appeared the same afterwards, except that nothing ever felt so. Ease and calmness replaced anxiety and stress for good. Some call it a blessing; some call it biochemistry.
Whatever you make of it, I see it as an uncontrollable splendour of a life worth living.
Somehow, our happiness became a "work"—yet another task we've been led to believe we need to grind for. But the fact is that happiness is granted upon our birth. Just look at children of any age. It flows within them, and with them. They need no life coaches or gurus to feel joy, nor mindfulness sessions, nor meditations, nor medications.
They just are what they are, free to do what they feel and follow curiously where it takes them. Perhaps we should consider calling in our inner child for guidance more often.
As the old Lakota chant goes:
Let your life be filled with Light.
Let your life be filled with Love.
Let your life be filled with Joy.
Let your life be filled with Beauty.
Have fun. Take risks. Play.