What's Going to Happen Next.

The Network of Networks is finally here.

“What did Jesus do immediately after being taken down from the cross?” She asked.

My New Testament knowledge isn’t exactly great, so I mumbled something about the resurrection.

“No,” she replied. “He went down to Hell, to set the captives free. That’s what you’re here to do.”

I’ve probably met with at least fifty mystics, intuitives, non-traditional teachers and practitioners over the last couple of years. This session with Mary felt very different. A voice in my head piped-up immediately and said it was only resonating because she had just compared me to Jesus Christ. “Careful of that messiah complex,” it said. But I knew she was right because it simply felt different in my body. And because I’d already been to hell.

I also knew who the captives were. Because I had been one of them. They are the terracotta army of mid-career professionals who have been told the lie that there is no second act. There is no soul. There is no purpose. There is no Tao to follow. There is no God. There are only Peak Earning Years, mortgages, college funds, health insurance premiums, and your responsibilities to your culture and your family. Keep your head down and your KPIs up. Ride it out until retirement. Don’t mind that you’ll die a thousand deaths, or maybe even a literal one, while you wait.

Back in 2017, I was gifted with a vision. And the price of that vision was insanity and the end of the life that I thought I wanted. I wasn’t exactly the kind of person you would expect to have a vision either. After a spontaneous awakening experience on a trading floor, I suddenly knew what my life’s purpose was and what was going to happen in the coming years. It felt like remembering the future. I saw a network with energy running through it. I was going to be another node in that network. I knew that that energy was simply Truth with a capital T.

Immediately, another voice entered my head. It said, “No, you are going to spread death.” But this voice felt different. It was totally flat, dull and emotionless. It didn’t land in my body at all.

Two months later, I knew what I had to do. That evening I was surprised to hear a voice come directly out of my body. It was different from anything I’d ever heard before. It made a soul-deep commitment to fight the devil, the prince of lies. I then knew that my heart needed to be opened, but I had no idea what that meant.

The moment I made that commitment, a voice started in my head. It told me that I was damned, and who was I to disagree? It was my own thoughts telling me. Over the next two years, the voice barely relented at all. It told me I was worthless. That I was going to run out of money. That I would never work again. That I was mentally ill. That I was disabled. I tried to argue with the voice. My family tried to argue with the voice. Psychiatrists tried to argue with the voice. Spiritual teachers tried to argue with the voice. But the voice was always flawless in its logic. As G.K. Chesterton said, “a madman is not someone who has lost his reason; but someone who has lost everything except his reason.” The voice was also lying.

It was only after fully descending to hell through an intravenous ketamine vision that my heart started to open and I began to be able to feel Truth. After that point, I encountered a series of teachers, articles, and ideas at highly synchronistic moments, and I began to reach a modest audience by spreading them.

I’ve written two pieces in my life that didn’t feel like they were solely produced by me. I believe that’s the case because, unlike the rest of my articles, I can read them back without cringing. The first was two years ago, when I felt like we were on the cusp of an “Emperor’s New Clothes” moment. The toxic half-truths of dogmatic materialism were about to be exposed through a revolution of common knowledge. I wrote a second follow-up recently, talking about how the lie of permanent death was a lynchpin upon which this entire false façade has been erected. These ideas that felt truly insane to me just a couple of years ago are now entering the mainstream even faster than I could have predicted. This Secret of Secrets now needs to be spread through the Network of Networks.

Over the last eight years, that symbolic vision I received in 2017 has become increasingly concrete. The future that it showed me has moved from an impossibility to a probability. I founded a community called The Leading Edge. It has already reached its limit of 150 people. Our success is far from guaranteed. We could still fail, probably due to my arrogance or incompetence.

But four years of researching these kinds of communities and then two years of running one have shown me that the general model will surely be a success. In over twenty years of studying industries on Wall Street, I have never seen a supply-demand mismatch like this one. Every single person that has somehow found The Leading Edge has expressed surprise that there aren’t a wealth of other similar groups. And yet, after years of looking, I’ve only been able to find less than ten high-quality communities. Meanwhile the addressable market is probably now millions of people, which means the world can already support thousands of us. There are an extraordinary number of high-agency, well-resourced, and effective mid-career professionals who are suddenly interested in deliberately evolving their consciousness. My sense from speaking to my old colleagues on Wall Street over the last six months or so is that the growth trend has just turned into a hockey stick. But the lie that they’ve been told is that they are alone and there’s no one else like them. They hunch over their microphones on Zoom and whisper to me about their mystical experiences, and their true ambitions, fearing that I will think that they are mad. They don’t know that they are the fourteenth person I’ve spoken to that week alone that is offering me a similar story. That voice in their heads telling them to play small may not even be their own.

Let me tell you what I think is going to happen next. Because it has already started.

Over the last few months I have met many other community leaders. We have started to come together into a Network of Networks. I have called this the World Wise Web. I’ve written an open source blueprint of what we’ve done successfully at Leading Edge. But I want to be told what can be improved.

I now see a three-part industry evolving. The first is the individual Dunbar networks, where the constraint is a supply of high-integrity founders who are willing to give themselves to this glorious life. We need schools and teachers to train them. The second is the flow of people, places, and capital between these groups. And the third is a content and tech stack that allows for the efficient flow of Truth between the groups.

These communities are now the rarest of things. They are not just passively resilient to A.I., but actively gain from its disruption. They favor curation and creativity over manipulation and slopification. They place the unlimited growth of human wisdom at their center rather than limited intelligence. Competing with machines at their own game is a blindfolded sprint into a wall of your own obsolescence. People are drawn to The Leading Edge out of loneliness and curiosity, but they stay for love. The LLM may tell you it loves you, but I can promise you you’re never going to feel that warmth in your heart.

Most people who come to us are a little less alive than they know they can be. But the lie that they’ve been told is that this is all they deserve. We can rapidly reconnect them to content, community, and practices that bring them alive again. This rejuvenating energy means that the members of these containers are starting to burst like popcorn into the fullness of their gifts. They are then offering them back into the community and out into the world. These are the cocoons that people have always needed to experiment with new identities and their soul’s purpose in a world that wouldn’t even use the word “soul” and doesn’t acknowledge the existence of a true purpose. It’s when we come back into integrity that the magic happens.

My ludicrously high quality problem is that I now have too many people trying to join our deliberately constrained community at The Leading Edge. And I also have people offering me so many gifts. A naturally busy group like my members can’t even take up all the different transformational experiences they are being offered. I want to offer this abundance back into the rest of the emerging network.

What makes these emerging groups special is that they are open to a wide range of different spiritual teachers and practices. We aren’t restricted to meditation or breathwork or dreamwork, but can experiment with a combination of anything that resonates with us. When combined with high intellectual discernment and a wealth of individual experience and resources, the result is a distillation of quality. Within The Leading Edge, we are exploring what loosely defined “works” and who the most effective practitioners are for the greatest number of people. We now want to share our findings with the world and for the world to share its findings with us.

The first problem that aspiring community founders come to me with is typically the cold start. This model is so new there isn’t a name for it yet, and the “value proposition” isn’t quite clear. But I can assure you the impact is potentially life-changing, because many of our members tell me it is. You just have to take a leap of faith with your time and your capital. I would ask you what you are saving both for anyway. I wholeheartedly believe we should all be prioritizing a mystical budget alongside our gym membership and formal education. Perhaps even higher. As this trend accelerates, I’m very curious to see if the most forward-thinking wealth stewards and family offices start to allocate to their own evolution in this way.

We all know that A.I. is coming for the left brain. It will soon be commoditized virtually to zero. The reflex is to assume that that value will naturally accrue to the right brain. But we have a culture that is used to devaluing and denigrating intuition. Part of our collective duty is therefore to deliberately ascribe a higher value to it and vote with our wallets, time and resources.

My biggest fear now is that I will get this wrong. Specifically, that I will broadcast lies instead of the Truth. That the voice was right when it said that I would spread death. But then Mary told me that this fear itself was a lie. She told me “the Mother always recognizes the voice of the Father.” When I feel Truth, it comes to me in my body first, not in my thoughts. Lying thoughts simply do not resonate. Evil does not vibrate. It can only corrupt and pervert. It isn’t alive. So I am learning what the wrong ideas feel like. They make you sound clever but they aren’t exciting. There’s no resonance when I listen to an intellectual explain why, actually, I have no free will or read another article about how our civilization is inevitably doomed. When you search your heart, really drop in, you don’t believe it either, do you? That’s what Radical Hope feels like, and it’s real.

After spending four hours in the King’s Chamber in the Great Pyramid in early December, I emerged with clarity as to how physically distorted my body was. In my first session with Mary, she immediately correctly intuited (off camera) that I had a rightwards corkscrew in my body. This represented an overreliance on the intellect at the expense of intuition. Over the last few months, I have successfully begun to correct that torsion. That has allowed me a greater sense of embodied Truth. I get the chills increasingly often when I hear it, and tears come to my eyes more easily when I speak it.

But it’s still early. Mary tells me I’m only finally finding my feet. So I need your help. There is a specific kind of person that’s drawn to these networks. They have managed to synthesize Truth from a thousand different sources. They don’t care if it’s “science” or “spirituality” as long as it’s True. They have become a node, and they are loving it while also being changed by it. The way Mary put it to me was that I was like the Ouroboros snake, swallowing the universe. I like to inhale the internet and distill what resonates. “It isn’t for everyone,” she said. “It’s a dangerous job. It can drive you insane.” Another reason why this is a team effort. Each encounter with every prophet and visionary I’m lucky to meet further confirms that “the next Buddha is the sangha,” and “we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

If this sounds True to you please tell me. Does this call to adventure seem fun to you? I particularly want to hear from you if you have already built something like Leading Edge. Because our village already gives me everything I need, I want for nothing. But what I would like is for our group to get even tighter and for me to bring them the best of everything we can find. And then offer that back out to the other tribes that see the same beacons burning on the mountaintops.

Meanwhile you can either cower in your frozen foxhole waiting for the A.I. artillery to zero-in on your zero-sum games. Or you can create the infinite game you’ll want to play till the day you die, and possibly beyond.

[No A.I. was used to write this article]