HOW I GOT HERE... TO TEACH, TO MENTOR, TO WRITE, TO SPEAK

Two going three years ago, I started to pen my thoughts for the public. I started off on Facebook and on my blog. My pieces, mostly, were a collation of my perspectives gathered over several decades, experiences working in different trade environments, and many other life experiences.

I shared the lessons I had picked up along the way mostly about life, spirituality, the development of a practical spirituality, and culture.

By the very nature of the app, my sharing opened me up to different perspectives.

From the time I learned how to write, I had always enjoyed penning my thoughts; mostly to pass time. 2019 was no different. Penning my thoughts was a delightful way to pass time. 

See, I had time on my hands. A lot of time. I was recovering. Recovering from grief, from the loss of major dreams. From looking in the mirror and seeing the grey hairs. From realizing that contrary to the prevalent self-deception of youth, the years pass fast. Most of my dreams were untouched, but my years had been lived.

Maybe someday I'll be like those people who tell their whole story to the world; the pain, the brokenness, the torment. It is therapeutic for many, by the way. It is even recommended in certain types of therapy and recovery counsel. But I'm not that sort. I took my life MO from an old song, "I do my crying in the rain."

I find it easier to discuss the lessons, not the losses; the joy that came in the morning. But I'll say, 2019 was my year of crisis, a year of epic self-discovery, and a year of decision. 

When you merge crisis, self-discovery, and decision, two things can happen. Some people hate what they see so much, they flip. Yes, self-discovery isn't always a guaranteed good thing and it almost always erupts from a life crisis. 

Others, clench their teeth, look life straight in the eyes, and say, "I'll hack your code you #$&*! You won't take me down with you!" 

Just by my nature, I fall into group II. Defeat wasn't installed in my DNA. 2019 is therefore also the birth of what I like to call Nyambura 3.0. 

No! That has nothing to do with my age. 

Back to content from various walls on the social media app.

By them I tumbled into a whole array of worldviews. Some bizarre. Some noble. Some just marvelous. For a people watcher as I am, by the way, that app is paradise. 

In short order, I got carried along by two worldviews. The thoughts of those who are loyal to the conspiracy theory ideologies. I like to call that world-view, "konspiracy."

The other group that carried me along were those that said they were "woke"; a type of corruption of the idea of being spiritually "awake." Suffice it to say that the lines were blurry between the two groups, but they are certainly not the same.

Full disclosure. I've been a recovering adherent of the Evangelical and Pentecostal movements for a long time. Decades even. Today I would much rather discuss the working of the Laws of the Universe or the Laws of Creation than dogma and doctrine.

I am also a recovering sufferer from low self-worth (very different from low self-esteem). I now add to the list that I am a recovering "wokeist," but, honestly, I still dabble in "konspiracy." 

It is while reading and learning from people loyal to these two worldviews that I came to a personal realization. Being human is a continuous lesson in self-improvement. Unless the individual does their inner work, no buzzword will stop the struggle at personal level. None! 

It is these reflections that catapulted me out of my brief stint with self-pity. I decided to do something.

When people suffer, they develop survival ideologies, and Kenya is no different. We have many people rejecting organized religion. Some move over to traditional spirituality, some to atheism, and my friends gathered from that app invoke that they are wokeists. In an interesting turn, when one listens to them, they are all still closet Bible believers.

For this reason, allow me to say, to you dear reader - particularly if you are of Kenyan decent, if you take a moment to read the Bible keenly, you'll see that the book ends with a beginning, not an end. 

No spiritual work on the Earth ends with an end. They all end with a beginning. 

In short, there's no apocalypse to destroy all evil. No alien invasion to lift you up to 5D. 

There's however an expansion of consciousness, which spins on inner work. Inner work is a fancy term for "learn and use the power and gift of mind." Learn just how much you can accomplish if you put your heart to and commit to a definite plan.

That is why I made a decision to launch a non-profit to teach and mentor confidence. I intend to teach and mentor through conversations with those on the leading edge of thought.

Alongside the learning soft-skills, to the conversation we will add how to build confidence, self-worth, and the need to embrace a holistic-spirituality, because I believe one's spirituality should serve them. I look forward to working with people that together we can banish self-doubt and find ways to achieve each one's best dreams!

You are good enough!

To launch such conversations, I started by penning a book on healing family patterns. It is also my intention that the revenue from the books will help me to set up the non-profit I envision later this year.

"HEALING FAMILY PATTERNS" answers common questions.

• Why does this difficult experience keep recurring in our family?

• I'm I doomed to the same fate?

• What exactly stops my progress?

• Is it a family curse? Witchcraft? Ancestors? Witches? Satan?

• Why do we even call them curses?

• What can I do to rescue myself and my children? 

I will be sharing snippets of the lessons from the book through my Substack Newsletter "Confidence Fireside." Please do subscribe.

https://nyamburamuriuki.substack.com/

The book will be available on Amazon (Kindle only for now) at USD 7 and from the 1st of February. I will share the details as we continue.