It has been a year since the New Story Summit. I am no longer that man who trudged into Findhorn with a motley crew of 15 Possibility Management trainers from the Trainer Guild to serve conscious evolution and upgrade human thoughtware on Earth.
As you, I am someone else. What has happened to my story? Who am I now?
For me, the 2014 New Story Summit failed embarrassingly. It was 9.5 on my Richter Scale of pain to directly experience so much human intelligence and such tremendous good will restricted by preconceived structure in the name of a vision of unrestricted evolutionary force. Enduring this pain has built matrix in me (and I imagine also in you). Matrix in my energetic body to hold more consciousness that manifests in new behavior. I notice that I am far more daring now than before New Story Summit. I observe myself being uncharacteristically fierce and bold, speaking out loudly enough that I can be heard even when I do not have permission or when I am unknown or when what I must say in unpopular or shocking.
The results are astonishing. I have not been killed by the Inquisition. Instead we were filmed in Hollywood for the Coaching Movie, and in Fischbachau Germany for the Circle Way film. I was asked to and delivered Expand The Box training at Findhorn. I am right now delivering Expand The Box in Mallorca for 32 participants from 10 countries, and immediately afterwards will deliver a Possibility Lab here for 37 participants, 25 of whom were never at a Possibility Lab before. I am nearing completion of the Possibility Management book, a book I have been trying to write for 40 years, but now I have the words and the piercing necessity for completing it. Many new projects are unexpectedly erupting in the field that I can hold and navigate because the necessity is immense and the possibilities are available and the teams of people are coming together.
For me, the 2014 New Story Summit succeeded supremely in initiating me being a source of cohesive divergence, laser-like in its focus, to never again allow structure to constrict love happening. I may even go to Paris for the climate talks to liberate as much free-spirit intelligence as possible, to create parallel infrastructure that replaces existing forms that now permit psychopathic cripples to destroy life on Earth. I can’t say what will happen next, only that New Story Summit is part of me, a teaching lesson, not fun at the time, unexpectedly fruitful in the long run. I am grateful. I am continuing.