Is it really possible to do less and achieve more?
One of the most successful, wealthiest and most fulfilled people I know, a friend of mine who earns millions each month, flies about the planet in his own jet, has magnificent homes on three continents and lives the life of Reilly, doesn’t strain, is the absolute opposite of a workaholic, takes it easy at all times, enjoys copious amounts of hours, days, weeks and months just enjoying himself and not doing much work at all and has built his business up from scratch, so doesn’t have the excuse of a private income or inherited wealth.
His philosophy is if it doesn’t come easy, let it go, maintain a modicum of pressure on it and wait till it does come easy or drop it and go a different route. He also insists he’s not materialistic, that he doesn’t give a damn if he loses it all, as it’s the experience of being alive rather than the achievements, possessions and status that turns him on – and he’ll have that whether he has all the rest or not.
Streamlining
Over the past year or so, I’ve been experimenting with focusing more solely on whatever it is that fascinates me and allowing the less fascinating aspects to drift. And I’ve been giving myself more time to appreciate being alive rather than working every second of it. It’s too early to tell whether the experiment’s working as what I’m wanting to achieve is quite huge – and I’ll tell you about it some day if it hasn’t already become apparent of itself – but either way I’m certainly appreciating taking more time for enjoying being alive and so far seem to be achieving more and getting closer to my goal by doing less.
Yet all of this is set against a background of a world increasingly in the throes of transformation on every level, which sometimes makes me feel it’s all going to turn out splendidly for us all and sometimes that the whole thing will come to an abrupt end any time soon. And either view has its benefits. The first encourages me to keep on going and redouble my will to manifest what it is I want to contribute, while the second makes me remember to enjoy it all to the full while I and it are still here to enjoy, as in not wasting a precious moment lost in worry or self-pity.
Contacting the divine
Coming into London last night, the first thing I did, was make a pilgrimage to Cleopatra’s Needle down on the Thames Embankment. It’s one of my touch points on the planet – in this instant it put me in touch with Isis, the goddess, the ancient Egyptian version of Tao – and she told me, its all gong to be fine, keep going.
We also have to stop thinking of death as the enemy. Of course stay alive as long as possible but treat death as a friend, as a benign deliverance rather than a punishment, otherwise we’re living our whole lives in denial and fear. And that’s daft.
Keep breathing
Meantime, keeping on breathing is the name of the game – smoothly, slowly, deeply, like reeling silk from a cocoon – and as we breathe to remember to trust the Tao, the goddess, the prime force of existence always has our best interests at heart, that whatever happens, happens solely as an expression of absolute love, no matter how fucked up it looks at the time and that manifestation of our desires occurs by a series of miracles, so to rely on those rather than trying in vain to make it all come about by reason.
I’m off to Oxfordshire shortly to play a music gig at a private party, then spending a day or two in London before heading off to Berlin and Hamburg to do a workshop, then back to London and then, if the fates allow, back finally to my beloved island nuthouse of Ibiza, to carry on the good work.
So that’s me, and this is you and may we ever commune in greater and greater harmony and depth until we, you me and everyone, know ourselves fully as one
(in love).
Supercharged.
If it doesn’t come easy, let it go, maintain a modicum of pressure on it and wait till it does come easy or drop it and go a different route.
