Some of you are gonna look at all this text and think, “yeah, fuck this; I’m not reading all this shit…”
 
Bye. Wish you all the best.

The length is wrong? Then that means that the content will be “wrong.” The “tone” will be wrong. And that means that there will be a host of other reasons why this won’t “suit” you.

And there is absolutely nothing inherently wrong with that! 

But seriously, if this is “too much” for you, then toodles—see ya’. And I do sincerely wish you all the best.

For those of you that stay, well, we have some serious shit to talk about.

Do with this what you will, but I want you to understand, before you go any further, that I believe that this is one of the most crucial aspects of your journey to consider.

Have you ever wondered, with all of the religion, the New Age, the New Thought, the “gurus”, The “Secret” and all of the information and resources at our disposal, why more people are not truly happy?

Show after show about people going overseas, or coming here, to find love. Show after show of people “falling in love” in six weeks, only to end up on social media telling those that follow them that they “still love one another,” but have decided to separate because of (fill in the blank), but they remain “friends”.

Seriously, ask yourself, right now—yes, right the fuck now—who do you know that is truly happy? Not celebs that you have never met and that have teams of people to manage their public image. And not the person that you have lunch with that smiles and yet, still kinda complains about how they wish that so-and-so would do this-or-that. Or even the one that you intuitively feel is kinda, you know, full of shit every time they tell you how great things are going.

Are you truly happy?

So now let me share something with you that some of you are, first and foremost, not going to believe, and even if you do, you won’t ingest it to the level that really makes an impact. Others of you will read this and decide, “nope, fuck this…”. And still others of you, who may be like I would have been, that will simply say, “after all the shit that I have been through, how fucking “bad” can it really be,” had someone told me.

But there was no one there to tell me.

So I am going to do something with and for you that I used to wish someone had done for me.

I am going to warn you about what’s never, ever said out loud. Even if people know. Even if they have experienced it.

There is a reason that so many of the “gurus” in the self-help niche and market avoid talking about what I’m about to share here. If they talk about this, even a little, with just a smattering of truth and sincerity, (if even in fact they’ve actually had the experiences themselves), they believe that their paying audiences will not continue to pay. Worse for them, their followers will not keep on following them. But even before that, that to share this with possible new clients and followers, well, that would be the literal kiss of death to their business and their “guru-ship.”
 
 This is the “real secret”. 

This is the shit people don’t want to tell you.

Here it is.

At some point in this journey, and I don’t know when it will happen, and I don’t know how it will happen, but happen it will. It is a promise I make to you, and it is one that I don’t make lightly.

At some point in your journey, if you put your whole self into this, honestly and with as little reservation and fear as you can muster, your life is going to feel like it just took a hard turn into a direction that you really don’t want to experience. Or said another way, shit is gonna go sideways. It is going to feel like the proverbial wheels have come off.
 
 It is going to make you question if this path was, and is still, fucking worth it. It is going to cause you to question why in the fuck you ever, ever decided to do “this”; and “why the fuck someone didn’t tell me. Warn me.”

I’m telling you.
 
 I’m warning you.

When it comes, it may feel like you’re going to break into so many tiny pieces that you won’t ever be able to put yourself back together again. You will not, unless that is what you decide, remain what feels like being “broken”, but in the moment it’s happening, it will feel like there is no peace left at all. 

It will challenge everything that you think you know, believe, hold dear and swear that you know is “true” about yourself and the life that you’ve been living and ever wanted to live. It may shake you to the very core of your being. It may drop you to your knees and make you feel like you can never, ever recover from it. Relationships that you once thought were rock-solid, may go to shit, and may change in such ways that you will wonder how and why it fell apart.

I don’t know exactly what will happen, so don’t believe, for one moment, that I am telling you exactly what will happen; I am telling you with love and respect, that some things are going to happen that you are not going to enjoy. Not even a little.
 
 There will be no affirmations that you can write, that you can imagine even, that you can utter one hundred, or a thousand times a day that is going to prevent it from happening.

Nor will it “rescue” you when it happens.

Whatever skill you think you have in using the tools of your emotional, spiritual, psychological and intellectual arsenal are going to be of little to no use when it comes to you.

But hear this as well; Sharon and I know the why behind it all. We do now, but we sure as shit didn’t know the why “then”, while we were deep in it.

And if I say, “rejoice and celebrate the shit that’s kicking your emotional ass right now,” one, you will think that I am out of my absolute fucking mind, and rightly so I may add. Two, that kind of rah-rah shit, to me, is the very reason that I have little to no use for nearly all of the other “self-help” jargon that exists. And third, and perhaps most importantly, it is virtually impossible to “rejoice” pain and suffering, while you’re in it, until you have applied and practiced these processes we’re going to share with you, until it is second nature. 

Until it is how you love and live your life.

And here’s something that no one could have told me and I would have believed; there is a point in the experience of learning about yourself where you don’t see the “bad” shit as nearly as “bad” as you once did. The change is so damn subtle that you won’t really know that you’ve changed until you, literally, look back and see that you have actually changed.

But until then, perhaps you will remember this little warning that Sharon and I have shared with you.

But let’s get back to the “why”….

You see, there are beliefs and ideas that you hold, right now this very moment, that you are simply not currently aware of that will have to be dealt with, because those beliefs and ideas about life and who you truly are, and are coming to know, will simply no longer serve the purpose that they once served. 

And as a result, they cannot “come with you” into the “new” you.

That is the law. 

What law?

Life.

Love.

Freedom.

Whatever you want to call what will be happening in and to you.

There is a cost for all of this.

Once again, believe me or not, but you cannot drag your old way of living and relating to life into the new “you.” 

Let me say it one more time; you cannot drag your old way of living and relating to life into the new “you.” 

But if you will trust this…

It is my hope, and though not something I dare to promise or guarantee, that if you will sincerely dedicate yourself to getting to know you, and truly put yourself into all that Sharon and I share, then in time, you will have had experienced enough of your own conscious living to confidently apply the principles and “tools” to adequately give yourself the necessary consideration to remind yourself that whatever you are experiencing, whatever it may be, no matter how shitty and out of sorts you may feel and think that it is, that it is exactly what is needed for you to know, you.

This is not some “woo-woo” bullshit that you put on your social media, or wear on a t-shirt; this is real and this is happening to you even as you move about your life right now.

If it weren’t true, you would not be reading these words right now. And that ain’t “woo-woo” shit either.

In time, you’ll know what I mean.

If you will trust that you will rise and come out and through it all with an understanding and appreciation for and into a life that you can’t, in this moment yet fathom, then you will come to know a life beyond your most intimate dream.

Let me say this again; no matter how creative and talented you are, I can promise you this, that in time, when it comes, the “new” life will transcend your every hope, dream and desire, however secret it may be. And when it comes, you will be prepared to decide and choose what you will do with it.

Read that again; and when it comes, you will be prepared to decide and choose what you will do with it.

Yep, you will still have the choice to make choices, and one of those choices will be to let fear help you decide to fuck it all up.

More on that later…

This, my dear reader, is what “faith” is all about; to believe that which you cannot truly fathom intellectually, is yet still, indeed, already yours.

I am that living proof.
 
Sharon is that living proof.

Sharon and I, together, the “us” is that living proof.
 
We are the living embodiment of that love you want expressed in your own life, as the living example of how you can adore, inhabit and live in your own way. 

For yourself. 

In due time.

On your own terms.

“But you two could get a divorce or break-up or something, and then what about all this stuff you’re talking about? It’ll be bullshit.” 

Fair enough.

But Sharon and I are the living examples of the principles, not examples of perfection. 

When the two of us were living with Stage 3 Cervical Cancer, thyroid cancer, at the same fucking time, two fucking cancers clawing at her being, she could have died. And if she had died, no matter how much it would hurt me to my core, her death would not have changed the principles that we’ve come to know and live, breath to breath.

When my infant son Malachi died, his death damn-near fucking destroyed me. But as cold and inhumane, uncaring and unfeeling as it may sound, and even feel on the face of it, my son’s death did not change the principles that we’ve come to know and live, breath to breath. I didn’t know the principles then, but as I said earlier, in time, you can look back and see the principles, the law if you will, in action. 

Sharon and I have talked openly about this. I love this woman with every cell in my body, and if she had died, I would have let myself sit in whatever pain and distress that would have come. Why? Because trying to shove it down, whether with random sex partners, a return to drinking myself into oblivion or throwing myself into the deep end of overworking—none of that would have changed the fact that I would have been hurting. None of that distraction shit would have brought my beloved Sharon back to me. 

None of it. She would have been dead and there wouldn’t have been shit I could do to bring her back.

But I could have made the choice to try and hide from my own humanity and all that comes with it. 

My choice.

Your choice.

Those are the storms.

That’s the shit that people don’t warn you about.
 
But the storm that’s coming?

The storm is coming because the old structure of your thoughts and beliefs about who you were cannot hold the new understanding of who you are.
 
It’s a part of the gig that is, expanding.

Of learning who you really are.

If you are ready to stop bracing for impact and start building the necessary architecture that survives the wind, start here.

You’re ready.
 
With love and respect,

Sharon and Chase Murphy

PS - if “with love and respect,” made you think or say, “you don’t even know me, so how can you love me?” Yep, you’re in the fucking right place.

And you’re my kinda people. So let’s go. Let’s get this shit started!