For a long time, at least over the last 10 years, maybe longer, I have had a vision of my life’s purpose. The problem has been I haven’t been sure how to implement it. I’m still not really sure of how it should all come together.
In my first post on Friendship Society, I talked about a prophetic dream I had as a child. In this dream I saw the name of a book. That name was “Friendship Society.” This name has stuck with me… haunting me perhaps. The name stays in the back of my head constantly. It’s like a little Jiminy Cricket that keeps whispering it to me. I hear him whispering but I then I shove him into a small closet in the back of my mind and tell him “Maybe later.”
I think to myself, “I’m not ready yet” and “I don’t know how to get started.”
Whether I knew it or not, I’ve been on a path that is leading me in the right direction. In my twenties I started reading more. I gobbled up a ton of personal development / personal growth books. I would get little sparks of inspiration from each book I read.
In my late twenties, I joined a club. It was a group of Jeep enthusiasts called The Orlando Jeep Club. In this club I learned much about friendship. I learned what it was like to be around a bunch of like-minded people. I volunteered on the board of directors for this club and learned a lot about running an organization.
Four years ago, now well into my thirties, I started a blog about personal development, Eden Journal. This blog hit on a wide variety of personal development topics. I hit all the standard stuff and also delved into some more philosophical and esoteric topics. I felt like I was wandering… searching. I never had a clear direction with this blog, yet I continued to write. I developed a voice and a style of writing. I connected with my fellow bloggers that followed in the same genre. Looking back on this time, I feel that this may have been a stepping stone to lead me to where I am today.
Along the way, though, I wandered. I tried to monetize the blog. I wanted to make some money from it. I got caught up in various things along the way after reading so many online success stories. I tried ads and affiliate sales. I made enough to cover my hosting costs, but not much more.
I think back to some books I read about Edgar Casey. Edgar Casey was known as the sleeping prophet. He had the ability to enter a trance like state to have access to universal knowledge. Many people sought him out to give readings for various things. Many were ill and sought cures to their ailments. Some sought financial advice. Even presidents of his time consulted him on various matters.
With ability like that, you would think he would be a very rich man. Riches weren’t part of his path however. In his younger days and on into his midlife he tried to benefit financially from his gift. It just never worked out. For several years of his life he pursued oil in Texas. He wanted to use his gift to strike oil so that he could be rich.
It seems only natural that one would do those things. In a way it’s the same thing that I was trying to do. But his gifts were meant to help others. It would be in helping others that he would benefit himself. Once he realized this later in life he dedicated all of his time to helping others. He continued doing this until the day he died.
I’ve been feeling a lot like that lately. Friendship Society is my calling, yet I’ve strayed into various money making ideas instead of focusing on my calling. I had hoped to start a lifestyle business that could fund my more noble pursuits. I tried starting a few affiliate websites, but I never had the time to dedicate to making them successful. In truth, I never had the drive to make it so.
In the past year I have been focusing more and more on Friendship Society. I started jotting down ideas in a notebook. I gradually filled page after page of ideas. Every once in a while over the past five years I would check the domain name to see if it was available. Finally the .net and the .org came available and I picked them up, holding them for a time when I could do something with them.
One week ago, SETT opened up to the first 50 people. I had been waiting for SETT as I felt it would be the best platform to grow a community. Friendship Society needs friends and I wanted a blog platform that would make communication between members easy.
I’m still not exactly sure where I’m headed. I have some ideas, and I feel like I’m finally on the right track. I feel like I’m beginning my life’s work, the work that will become my legacy.
I want to hear from you. Do you have that nagging feeling that you are supposed to be doing something, but you ignore it to make money? I know there must be others out there. Please share the life work that you know you are supposed to do but don’t know how you’ll make a living doing it.
This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.
Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.
In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.
I found the young man, sitting low below the small bulb of the street lamp. He was homeless, his clothes disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and his hair and beard caught and twisted in knots. I had seen him a couple of times before then, though never in such a state. He was...sadder than usual. I went up to him, and asked if there was something bothering him, more than the usual I mean. I made sure that I made that clear. He looked at me, his jaw slack, and his cheeks sunken.
“What...What time is it?”
I looked down at my phone and told him it was eight at night.
Upon hearing this, he put his head in his hands and began to sob.
I stood there, upset at myself for coming over to talk to him. What had I been thinking? What did I expect was going to happen? He stopped suddenly, his cries silenced, his breathing shallow. What he said next distresses me to this very day.