Hi, Suzanne Here.
YOUR GREATER PURPOSE IS CALLING.
YOUR GREATEST DESTINY IS WAITING.
Below is my story, my journey.
I share it in hopes that it might help you know that every significant thing in your life, including the most challenging, can become the fuel that powers your greater purpose and enables you to live your Greatest Destiny, especially now.
With Gratitude and Love,
~ Suzanne
My Journey
MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH PURPOSE AND DESTINY
"I was 13 years-old, crouched in the back of a dark and stale closet with two small terrified dogs breathing hot fear up and down my back."
In front of the closet, piled up tight, stood a broken headboard, a broken footboard, a tattered mattress, and the bedroom door with shards of door jam and broken hinges dripping from its splintered edges.
We were trapped.
I want to say this was a one-time thing. It wasn't. We had endured years of escalating violence, torture, and abuse of many kinds.
But this day was different. It was the first day I began to give up and stop trying to fight against my apparent fate.
Surely, I would be violently killed either on purpose or by accident long before I ever had a chance to see my 18th birthday.
BAM!
The front door slammed shut, reverberating rage throughout
the house and into the closet.
Straining to hear the inevitable angry steps, I rocked back and forth with my face in my hands, making sure the brief bits of air I struggled for were inaudible.
Heavy silence hung in the air. Nothing. No sound. Just rage rippling through the house.
Time passed. The three of us knew not to move or make a sound, so we didn't.
Eventually, strips of sunlight peeked through the closet slats, fanned wide on one end, and landed on the closet's back wall. Still rocking, I held my body tight, filling up enough of the corner to keep the dogs behind me.
Hunger came and went as did the yellow-white hue in the strips of sunlight. Now greyish-white, the lines of sun and shadows had made their way across and down the back of the closet to the floor.
As I reached around to comfort the dogs and hopefully quiet their panting, a soft, calm voice from high up in the opposite corner of the closet said, "Suzanne, there's a Greater Purpose to everything you're going through."
"Suzanne, there's a Greater Purpose to everything you're going through."
Immediately I covered my ears and pretended not to hear the voice. I couldn't go crazy too. No!
I rocked and rocked, cuffing my fingers around my ears tighter and tighter. No matter what, I couldn't go crazy. The only thing I had left was my mind, my ability to sense when to run and when to be still.
The slats of sunlight had now faded, thinned, fallen to the floor, and retreated out of the closet, making the darkness feel thick.
"There's a Greater Purpose to everything you've been through." This time, the voice felt closer and clearer, yet somehow non-intrusive.
Feeling cloaked by the darkness, I listened and slowed the rocking.
No, I thought, shaking my head side to side. No. Me? That's not possible for someone like me. No one cared about me. Some seemed to enjoy seeing me hurt. Many knew what was happening, and no one helped. No, not for someone like me.
A chill seeped under the closet door, causing goose bumps up and down my bare arms as I resumed the intensity of my rocking.
A quick, wiry buzz snapped as the street lamp flicked on in response to the end of another day. Flashes danced outside the closet and then melded into the nighttime gray-black of the bedroom.
"Suzanne, your job now is to survive what's yet to come. If you do, on the other side of all of it, you will know the purpose of all of this and be able to help many people. There is a Greater Purpose to all of this."
That was the last time that day, the voice I now know as Spirit spoke to me.
As the voice lingered, then disappeared into the darkness, I wasn't afraid of it. I was afraid of the pounding steps just outside the closet.
The inevitable bad came, escalated, and finally ended like every other day.
The voice said nothing else.
Days went by. Increasingly bad things kept happening. I didn't think of the voice much, mostly because I had to think about what was coming next.
But every once in a while, I thought, What if it's true? Could there be a purpose to it all? Could I survive and live something better?
Every time I had that thought, a stronger, more realistic, chastising voice would sternly demand that ridiculous possibilities of something beyond my imminent death, some greater purpose, a "normal" life, none of it could be true; not for me at least.
As the days passed, I could feel myself slipping away, waiting for my fate to be complete.
Some days later, the bitter cold of a harsh Michigan winter spat through the broken pieces of my bedroom window. It was early morning, still dark outside. I hadn't slept. It had been an exhaustive night of terror, and I could barely feel the cold. I was numb to just about everything.
"What if?" A softer voice than I was used to hearing inside my head inquired.
Knowing it wouldn't, couldn't linger, I waited for it to pass quickly and for my harsh voice to take its place.
But this one time, it didn't. The soft voice stayed with me, gently asking again, "What if?"
I don't know why or how, but something inside rose up to consider the possibility of something beyond my seemingly non-negotiable fate.
It was as if something deep inside of me was freed. It rose from a part of me I didn't know was still there.
It rose above my no.
It rose above the mean voice in my head.
It rose above how weak my body felt.
It rose above the constant terror, abuse, and escalations.
It rose above my surety that there was so much wrong with me that no one would ever want to help me, let alone love me.
It rose above it all!
Days later, after struggling to stay in the inquiry and not succumb to my "real" world, I finally allowed myself to consider the possibility that there may be a greater purpose to it all.
It took many weeks, but finally, I decided to find a way to believe that somehow, I would survive whatever was yet to come.
I decided that I would believe there was a future for me, a real future beyond all of this, and when I did, I would reach for that future until.
I was not all the way there yet, but I decided I would find a way to get there, to believe it. I didn't know how, but I decided I was going to find a way.
It wasn't easy. Things continued to worsen.
Every day after that, I got up and had to decide again to believe.
There were many days when it seemed impossible to believe that there was the slightest possibility I would survive. Those were the hardest days, but I always found my way back to DECIDING to believe. I would remember the voice and choose to believe.
I kept redeciding, sometimes multiple times a day, that there was a way for me to survive and I would find it.
I'd love to say that once I truly made the decision to believe, things got better.
They did not. They got much worse.
Months and months went by. The dogs and I continued to endure the unendurable.
It wasn't uncommon for me to go to school with makeup-covered bruises, having been reminded what would happen if anyone found out what went on in the house.
School was where I met Greg.
He was short and stocky, with a dirty blonde comb-over stuck to his head with layers of hairspray. His face was full of poc marks, partially covered by an unruly mustache and beard resembling blonde pubic hair.
He was my biology teacher.
He saw me, asked about the bruises, gained my trust, and said he would help me.
He didn't.
Instead, he rapped me.
He then kidnapped me and took me on the run for two years. He did everything you can imagine to me, and a lot of things I hope you can't imagine.
Strangely, it was all a whole lot easier than being at home.
I was alive. I knew he wouldn't kill me. I don't know how I knew, but I did.
I was alive.
Now, all I had to do was figure out how to escape my kidnapper and rapist.
After many months of planning, the opportunity came. I escaped him as he was trying to rape me one last time.
I could hardly believe it. I had escaped!
I ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran as far as I could and as fast as I could until I couldn't run anymore.
And then I kept running and running until I knew, in my gut, I was free from him and away from all of it.
I found myself on a dark, cold, wet, scary street somewhere along the fringes outside of Detroit.
Up until that point, all I had thought about was escaping. I hadn't thought about what came next.
So, there I was, on a dark, cold, and clearly dangerous street.
And, the truth of my situation was so heavy it nearly smacked me off my feet.
I was 100% alone in this scary new world.
I had no money, food, or clothing besides what was on my back. I had no identification, no education, no shelter, and no one who cared about me.
I believed to the core of my being that no one would or could ever care about someone like me, someone damaged, someone used up, someone no one cared enough about to love or help, someone who had asked for help, even when it was dangerous to do so, and no one helped; someone with something very, very wrong with.
Even though I was 100% alone in a very dangerous place, I was finally free!
I took in my surroundings, and I walked. Oh my God, what do I do now? And then, I remembered the voice.
After walking for what seemed like the whole night, things became clear.
First, I had to find a way to survive in this new world.
Second, I knew I had a lot to heal. I was messed up and broken inside, and I knew it. I felt dirty, unlovable, and used.
Third, I could not lose hope. I needed to continue to find ways to believe there was something better for me than where I now found myself.
Finally, I felt a stop-at-nothing drive to know the truth—the truth about why people do what they do to each other, the truth about why I went through what I went through, the truth about what was possible for me, and the truth about that voice in the closet.
So, I figured out how to survive moment to moment. I lived and slept in vacant buildings, figuring out how and where to find food.
Eventually, I found a sleazy bar named The Bump Shop Lounge that would pay me cash. No I.D. or social security number needed.
It was awful, but not as bad as I had already experienced. It gave me enough money to finally get a room and start figuring out the rest.
From there, I figured out I could get a real estate license without an education. I had found a way to make my way in the world.
My healing journey was a very long and one of the things I'm most grateful for.
For the next many decades I was driven to heal, thrive, and find the truth about purpose and the voice.
I worked hard.
I would find success, and then the part of me that didn't believe I could have it would find ways to stop it, or take it away.
I kept going.
Each night, I read anything I could about wisdom from around the world and throughout the ages.
I learned about the human psyche, healing, and spiritual beliefs and traditions documented in sacred texts from every corner of the planet.
At times, my unhealed longing to belong, to be "normal," would pull me away from this sacred journey, but I always return.
My path led me to spend my days focused on making something of myself in business and my nights deep in spiritual study.
After many years of deep study, healing, doing the work, and falling down A LOT, I found myself in an incredible place.
I began to know my Purpose and what the voice in the closet meant. So I began sharing what I had learned.
Fast forward a few decades:
I successfully opened and ran businesses, built and led successful national teams, and had the honor of helping hundreds of Business Leaders, CEOs, and their mentors discover their Greater Purpose and build lives and organizations that make significant, lasting, and positive change in the world.
You might be wondering how I went from where I was to becoming a coach, mentor, and spiritual teacher to so many successful people.
It's truly a miraculous story with lots of twists and turns and many, many, ups and downs, far too numerous to share here (I've written the first draft of my life story—maybe someday I'll get it published. If you'd like to read it, subscribe to my newsletter to be the first to know.)
Most importantly, I have engaged in profound and meaningful daily meditations for many decades. I have developed a strong and eternal bond with what I call Spirit and live my life in union with this magnificent force.
My deep relationship with Spirit has opened up a channel to deeper understandings of the Spiritual Principles I have been learning and striving to embody throughout my life.
Sometimes, the understandings take many years to fully grasp. Other times, they come all at once in an overwhelming flash.
One day while coaching one of my CEO clients, deep revelations about Purpose flooded in.
I already had 7,000+ hours coaching business leaders to help them find, live, and lead their purpose, but suddenly so much more was being revealed to me.
My client was a very successful CEO who was about to sell his company. He was feeling a yearning, a calling in his life that insisted there was something more for him than just making money and building companies.
"I want to give back but I don't exactly know how I can or what to do." These were his very first words to me when we first met.
Now, after several sessions, he was having a significant breakthrough.
"Oh my God, that's why I had those parents, that's why that happened, that's why I'm like this, that's why I see things the way I do!"
His excitement was palpable. "I know my purpose! I know why I'm here!" Pacing, his smile was bright and filled with relief.
On the other side of the desk, I was having my own significant moment.
All of a sudden, all of the clients I had worked with, all of the great wisdom I had studied seemed to flash into my mind, all at once and dots about purpose and meaning connected.
I could see patterns, archetypes, passages from sacred texts, and universal principles swirling around in my head and landing in groups, connecting together in ways I hadn't considered before. Things began to make sense to me about how our purpose is communicated in patterns, archetypes, and principles. I was thrilled, to say the least. I could hardly contain myself.
I was so excited I spent the next 7 years deeply researching archetypes, patterns, universal principles, and every truth I could find about how our purpose is communicated to us.
Not only did I discover the Universal Archetypes, Patterns, and Principles that uniquely combine to make you YOU, but I also discovered so much more.
I discovered The Purpose Codes™.
I uncovered five different types of Purpose Codes that come together uniquely in each of us, all of which can be identified and confirmed throughout a lifetime.
These Codes work together within one's makeup, expression types, drives, fated life experiences, and soul callings to help fulfill one's Greater Purpose and Highest Destiny.
Together, they become your Purpose Blueprint, Toolbox, Road Map, and Guiding Light, designed to serve you and your Greater Purpose.
They can help you gain clarity on why you are here and what you are called to be, do, and Contribute in this lifetime.
Most importantly, they can serve as the Keys to helping you know, to the core of your being, how to uniquely create your most fulfilling, meaningful, and contributing life possible as your most authentic self.
When most search for their Purpose, they only look for their individual Purpose.
I also found that you have an individual Purpose and a Greater Purpose, which is your part in the Collective Purpose of Creation and Evolution.
Like every cell in your body, you have an individual and a collective purpose. However, unlike the cells in your body, there are not millions of other people created to be and do the same thing as you.
You are a whole and unique expression that also contributes to the creation and evolution of the collective.
Others have similar Purpose Roles as you, but because of your and their unique combination of The Purpose Codes, you all will fulfill your roles much differently.
For example, our body has between 2 and 3 billion heart cells, all with the same functions, rhythms, and ways of getting the job done.
Unlike heart cells, if you and millions of others had the same Purpose Role, none of you would fulfill that role in the same way. Because of that, unlike the heart cells, we create and evolve the collective while fulfilling our own individual Purpose.
In addition, I found that the time in history we are born into has much to do with our Individual and Collective Purposes.
Over the course of many years, hundreds of meditations, and much research, I also discovered previously hidden Purpose Archetypes.
In my upcoming book, The Purpose Codes™, I share the importance of these now-emerging Archetypes and how and why they are essential to your Purpose.
Understanding these Sacred Archetypes helped me connect the dots on 'All the Facets of Purpose'.
In other words, I now know your Purpose is not just one thing; it is a unique combination of Universal Archetypes, Patterns, Principals, Timing, Soul Types, Soul Expressions, Soul Gifts, and Soul Intentions.
In each of us, these Sacred Purpose Facets™ are the foundations, vehicles, tools, perspectives, gifts, drives, and Soul Callings needed to know and fulfill your Individual Purpose and Collective Greater Purpose.
In addition, your Purpose is a part of the emerging Greater Purpose and Evolution of our time.
Today, I am honored to bring The Purpose Codes™ to those called to know, live, and lead their Greater Purpose.
Looking back on my life, I'm grateful for everything. Without the trials, the opportunities to heal, the rich relationship with Spirit, and the depths at which I've come to know myself, I would never have been able to do my work at the level I do.
To the core of my being, I now know that the Greatest Power in your life is not your will, determination, or drive; it's your Purpose ... whether you realize it or not.
It stands with you, guides you, holds you when you fall, and helps you find ways to lift yourself back up.
It knows your life like no other. It profoundly understands why you are called to fulfill the mission only you can fulfill.
It knows what you have yet to become.
It knows how far you have traveled and has taken every step with you.
It is your ally, friend, co-pilot, and direct line to know yourself in the ways Socrates suggested.
However, it will never insist that you know it.
However, it will never insist that you know it. It will call you. Be you must be the one to answer that call. You must pursue it if you are to fulfill it.
It will call you. You must be the one to answer that call. You must pursue it if you are to fulfill it. You must want to know it.
It's always there, in the "closet" with you. You can ignore it or engage with it. Either way, it's there and a driving force in your life.
You can choose whether you live it full out or not.
It's your choice.
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Peace and Purpose,
Suzanne
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