There comes a point in your consciousness journey, where you recognize everything you have been through was perfectly designed to help you evolve in a particular way that supports greater service to the whole.
When my spiritual journey really got serious, I was a bit annoyed that it didn’t start earlier.
Why couldn’t I have just skipped the decade+ of trauma based hustle!?
Over time, as my awareness expanded it became obvious that I needed to go through all of that in order to grow and serve others in a particular way.
A decade ago, I would have thought that selling my company to Salesforce would be my crowning achievement.
In reality, it was just a setup to position me for the real game I came here to play: supporting human consciousness.
I could see how everything from having some business success, to being an athlete and even looking like a bro would make sharing information on consciousness more approachable to a particular group of people that might otherwise be resistant.
There’s also no way that I’d be able to support high achievers in the business world if I hadn’t developed the understanding and credibility by playing that game at a high level.
With this understanding, writing Conscious Accomplishment felt like my Magnum Opus in the beginning of the process.
I had gone through this crazy arc of transformation, and now I could others who were in a similar position that I was in – disillusioned by achievement land, yet unclear how taking your consciousness seriously could be done amidst the demands of modern life.
I assumed that this is why I was being guided to write this book. Alas, I had uncovered a big part of my purpose for being on this planet!
What I Eventually Came To Understand
The following sequence of events gradually helped me see that there was more to the story here…
Writing my book began with spending 2 months of writing 50,000 words of gibberish,.
At a certain point in my wondering, I realized that I needed to hire an editor to help me refine what it was I was actually trying to say. We came up with an outline and then I spent 8 months writing a new draft.
The first round of feedback was brutal. It brought up an incredible amount of self-doubt and helplessness. I guess I just spent 4-5 hours a day for 8 months, constructing a pile of chicken shit.
Taking my own medicine from Conscious Accomplishment, I decided to sit in these feelings and use the situation for healing work. It probably took a full week to process everything before I felt centered enough to resume writing.