I don’t like being told what to do. I never have. I would always rebel against it, according to my mother, long before I could remember. While my defiant nature has mellowed over the years, mainly because I got into too much trouble, and I disliked the implications of being in trouble more than I disliked being told what to do. Still, I don’t like it. When I first went full-time into the people development world back in 1999, I already knew that getting people’s buy-in was a

I didn’t know what I knew until I said it out loud, into the room. “If there’s such a thing as Universal Mind, wisdom, a real-time intelligence, or whatever our word is for that… if that’s real, then it makes sense for me to let that take the lead in my life. I’ve pondered it. And to me it looks true. Real-time intelligence, responsive to life in the moment, always has my back. Always. It’s done all the heavy lifting in my life. My ego might not like that notion, yet it looks

“If I were OK, and nothing from the outside made me feel anything, I’d stay in bed all day, every day” I said. The late afternoon sun came through the long line of windows to my right. My black-socked feet splayed to a clock of ten and two. In front of me was a man in his late 40s, a tanned slim face, black hair parted from his right. He had light stubble, bare feet and distressed-jeans. With blue eyes tensed on me, he gave a contradictory rise of the left corner of his mouth