Week 16 confronted me with an old question in a new form: what does it mean to trust a path before there is evidence? Beyond trust in God or the universe, but trust in my own trajectory. That is the kind of faith I have wrestled with for decades.

My personal development work began fifteen years ago when it became clear the victim mindset no longer served me. I dismantled that version of myself deliberately through so many books, workshops, mastermind groups, continuing education…..

But the Master Key Experience is operating at a different altitude. this isn’t about self-improvement, but self-governance and alignment. It has been inviting me to confront not only who I have been, but who I have refused to become.

Last August I had just completed a sixteen-week certification course in facilitation that overlapped with another course in health and wellness coaching – when I was invited to a “vision” workshop by Day Boswell.

It was familiar territory of visualization, purpose, and a calling to me future self. All good words for me – but I knew I love learning, and learning easily becomes distraction. It feels productive while postponing the very decisions learning is pointing towards.

But I lacked a heading, and without knowing specifically what to do, I must need to learn more! That loop can run indefinitely (and has for years….)

As part of the initial vision workshop, I was instructed to watch “Finding Joe,” the documentary about the Hero’s Journey. I listened to it while driving – on a day I didn’t even need to be on the road; I had misread the date.

Somewhere along the way I found myself crying, not softly but with the sudden recognition that I had abandoned a calling as a teenager. No certification, no credential, no professional development program would resolve the dissonance of ignoring this call.

And the memory surfaced immediately: Arizona, when I was just 17, at a fundraising dinner for the Hopi. Robert Redford was the guest speaker. He had recently started up the Sundance Institute, and I had a dream to be a screenwriter.

I had prepared a letter and a framed photograph for him. He was of course surrounded by people, impossible to approach.

And yet, at the wrong moment by etiquette standards – mid bite of his salad – I walked to the head table, handed him the envelope, shook his hand, and returned to my seat trembling. Weeks later, a reply arrived, with his signature. Not a stamp, but ink. I still have it.

Doubt, not knowing next steps…. And life redirects. I reacted to what was logical and in front of me. Education. Jobs. Marriage – with some great adventure along the way – but also responsibility.

I lived my husband’s dream for a time, not a bad dream, but not mine. The call went quiet but never disappeared. Energy can never be destroyed.

Last November the call returned in physical form. A surge of energy rising through my body from my root chakra/base of spine, through my heart and out to fingertips. Not at all metaphorically but absolute sensory electric energy.

I knew I needed to write the script. Not the 17-year-old’s version, but the current one. Integrated, shaped by experience, and no longer theoretical.

I made a silent vow to move forward in that moment, feeling deeply connected to Robert Redford in that moment. It felt truly like a catalyst.

The next morning I saw the headline of his passing the day before. It didn’t feel coincidental, but an unexplainable timed exchange. A punctuation mark in a sentence I hadn’t realized I was still writing.

And then I come to Haanel’s week 16 on septimal law, cycles of seven, reconstruction, and the instruction that those who understand these cycles are not unsettled when events appear to go wrong because a higher law governs the outcome.

It framed what I was experiencing not as anomalies but as patterns. Faith strengthened. (Funny that the odds of the roll of the dice results in a seven – a pair of die – a mastermind)

And now I’m once again feeling a challenge – this time more operational – truly about the discipline. The sit. The DMP rewrites. The focus. The daily repetition. Og’s GS. The flashing.

Its the application. (Discipline is my #1 from the Franklin worksheet). I’m now on the road again facing the dragon. And in my case the dragon is habit and the old addictive peptides.

I’m beginning to see that I am on a Hero’s Journey inside a Hero’s Journey. The script is one, my true calling is another.

The Master Key Experience is the container holding them both. There is no single journey. There are multiple, nested, overlapping cycles, each confronting me at a different layer of faith and agency.

My mind is exploding, feeling all at once excited, overwhelmed, faith yet antsy. It cannot happen fast enough, and yet I can see that it is happening in exact timing. Week 16 makes that visible, I must have faith in the process.