In my quest for meaning and fulfillment, I also threw myself onto non-spiritual paths. I lived abroad. I returned home. I changed careers. I earned a PhD and taught at colleges and universities, achieving what I thought was my dream. I had, in fact, achieved my father's dream, the one he abandoned.


Guthrie Sayen, PhD, PCC
Certified Coach and Trainer of Coaches

I relinquished my father's dream and began to find my own. "It was already late enough," says the poet Mary Oliver," and a wild night and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little . . . the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds."

I began to hear and to trust a new voice, which I slowly recognized as my own and which kept me company as I strode deeper and deeper into the world.

I left the university to get trained as a life coach and to launch a private practice. I discovered that I had a gift for intimacy and insight. This was like discovering that I was a magician, a sorcerer, a wizard.

Yet, after a few of years, something was still missing. Though I loved what I did, though I was more satisfied than I had ever been, my heart still ached for something more. I wanted a deeper, more precise understanding of my work.

What it took was clearing a path through the natural defenses of my personality, so that I could have a direct connection with a source of wisdom beyond my everyday mind, a source that saw me in much larger perspective than I saw myself, a source that understood who I really was, undistorted by the veils of limiting beliefs.

I opened a two-way conversation with Spirit, and I learned my soul's purpose. I am, I was told, "a bridge to the Divine." I bring healers and seekers to the bridge that carries them over the chasm of doubt, fear, and suffering and into the presence of what they have been longing for, even when they thought they had stopped longing.

Here, on the other side of the bridge, they discover, as the Spanish poet Antonio Machado writes, "that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures."

Do you want to make white combs and sweet honey from your old failures? Please join me in one of my trainings.

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