I feared for my life...

I had an awesome experience at Darren Eden’s 3 day workshop on called 'the Initiation' on the weekend and I can't wait to do the course again in London in October (but more on this in future emails…).

The story I wanted to share with you today was how I got down to the Darren's workshop in Brighton (which is about an hour or so from London)….

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On the afternoon before the workshop it dawned on me that I had completely messed up.

I realised that I wasn’t going to be able to catch a train down to Brighton in the morning and arrive on time as I had hoped.

I have always been a last minute kinda guy when it comes to things like booking hotels and making travel arrangements. Most of the time I seem to have the knack of getting away with it.

Strangely, this didn’t feel like one of those times.

My mobile phone rang.

It was my very good buddy Bruce Muzik. He was wondering how I was travelling down to the workshop. As soon as he said it, I felt a sick feeling emerge in the pit of my stomach.

I instantly knew that the only way that I could get to the workshop on time was on the back of Bruce’s motorcycle.

My workshop had started early…

An exercise in trust.

The following morning Bruce ran me through his very well rehearsed motorcycle safety routine. He told me that this was a going to be an exercise in trust.

Having had years of training in the importance of mindset in creating your own reality, I refrained from telling him about the shear terror I was experiencing. Nor did I tell him about how someone very dear to me had just had a motorcycle accident a few days earlier.

We were running late so we began our journey in earnest. The ride began pleasantly enough. As our two wheels gathered momentum there was a part of me that hoped that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And then the moment that I had secretly dreaded emerged...

After around 10 minutes of riding, Bruce turned his bike onto the motorway. In a heartbeat all of my demons erupted inside of me. A part of me felt certain that I was going to die.

Another thing that I decided not to mention to Bruce was the fact that one of the last times that I had travelled down a motorway was when I had a near death experience in car crash 4.5 years earlier.

As I held on for my life, I thought about all the different ways I could potentially fall off the back of his bike. With each possible scenario that I constructed in my mind, my only hope was that my ultimate death would be swift.

I gripped the back of the bike as tight as I could. My knuckles were white and full of fear.

And then it started to rain…

Just when I needed no other evidence to support my conviction of imminent death, it started to rain.

To make matters worse, I think Bruce realised that we were now running extremely late and decided to put his foot down. The confidence with which he speed up gave me a sense of complete oblivion to any speed cameras…

Somewhere in amongst the horror of this experience, I remembered what Bruce had said early that morning about how this was an ‘exercise in trust’.

Never had truer words been spoken I thought to myself as I grimaced yet again.

I then had a blinding flash of the obvious.

It was at that precise moment that I had a blinding flash of the obvious. It was like a thunderbolt penetrating through the overcast skies.

I hadn’t actually offered up my trust. I almost couldn’t believe it, I hadn’t offered my trust. Not to Bruce nor to the situation.

There was only one thing I could do.

In this heightened state of awareness, I realised that the only thing I could do was to just completely surrender and trust.

I then thought that if these were going to be the last 30 minutes of my life, I wanted to enjoy them! I decided that I wanted my dying thoughts to be ones of excitement rather than ones of fear.

I then took the opportunity to think about all the amazing things that I had already experienced in life. Most importantly, I thought about all the incredible people that I had crossed paths with.

I hoped in my heart, that they would know that I loved them, regardless of the outcome of my little motorcycle adventure.

We arrived in Brighton.

When we arrived safely at the workshop in Brighton I proceeded to give Bruce the biggest bear hug I could muster.

Not only was I still alive, but through the experience I had faced some of my worse fears and had finally arrived at a place of love, peace and gratitude.

I can’t say that I will be on the backend of a motorcycle again anytime soon but one thing I can assure you of is the fact that this incredible lesson will stay with me forever…

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