I have recently returned home from the wonderful world of Oz. Mike Handcock and I toured Gold Coast, Sydney, Brisbane and Melbourne with our event ‘Quantum Leap your Life’.
I didn’t intend to be crying on stage in front of hundreds of people, let alone find them crying along with me. Emotions are like a river, sometimes it’s easier to go along for the ride after being swept up in them.
The events were a huge success and I met so many fantastic people who were kind enough to share their heartfelt stories with me. This left me absolutely grateful to be able to do what I do.
There were a couple of things that stood out for me during the tour.
The first was the sudden appearance of a friend who had past away.
I had been sharing stories with Mike about my first Ninjutsu instructor, ‘Shidoshi Fordham’. He was a man who changed the direction of my life in many positive ways on more than one occasion. Unfortunately later in life, he took his own, leaving a ninja shaped hole in the world.
Mike had me imagine seeing my Shidoshi in the front row of our first event, looking up at me approvingly. That night, right there in the front row, was a doppelganger of my teacher, a splitting image of him, looking up with that same smile that had encouraged me for so many years.
I must admit it threw me a bit at first, causing my emotions to well up in me and flow out to everyone watching this transformation. There was barely a dry eye in the room.
I had to explain to the crowd, and to the doppelganger, how profound this was for me, and include it as part of my lesson for the night.
This powered me through to teach my lessons with more gusto than I had planned, wanting to impart the knowledge and heart that my teacher had shared with me for so many years.
Secondly, at every city we visited throughout Australia, I would meet someone from my childhood.
Every person was someone I knew during the stage in my life where I had finally decided who I was, and who I was going to become. Even Mike commented on the frequency this happened as it became almost humorous.
I see these things as road markers or signs that we are indeed on the right path that we have asked to travel.
The more we acknowledge these markers, the more often we see them, and the faster we progress.
The journey is always quicker when we know the route, although we must not forget that it is not merely arriving at the destination that is important. Most of the skills and lessons needed to thrive at the destination are learned on the journey there.