When the Universe Whispers Back

On the second morning of the Vision Quest I led last month, I woke before sunrise beneath a blanket of stars. The desert was completely still — no sound, no wind — just that vast quiet that humbles you to your core.

Lying there in my sleeping bag on the canyon floor, I whispered a prayer: may I spend the rest of my life doing this work — guiding good people through the thresholds that call them — and doing it in magnificent places like this.

The moment the words left my mouth, a shooting star cut across the sky, streaking straight toward the east. I smiled, took it as a clear sign, and felt joy wash through me.

A few minutes later, the mind crept in. Maybe that was just coincidence, I thought. And right then — another one. Bigger and brighter than the last, stretching across the whole sky in the same direction.

I laughed out loud, still zipped into my sleeping bag, arms pinned to my sides. I would’ve thrown them up in surrender and celebration if I could.

“That’s how it feels to be on the path. The signs are always there — we just have to be paying attention.”

I don’t think the universe shouts. It whispers. And when we listen, it moves with us.

The more I surrender to this work — to guiding, to nature, to alignment — the more clearly the track reveals itself. The old way was forcing things. The new way is following what’s already alive.

“The old way was forcing. The new way is following what’s already alive.”

That morning in the desert, the message was clear: keep walking. Keep trusting. The path already knows where it’s going.

“The path already knows where it’s going. Our work is simply to follow it with honesty and attention.”