Intent

About ten years ago, maybe more, I said something out loud. And I even shared it with someone.

I wanted someone to interview me. Record my stories. Then organize them and write a book for me. I'd just talk, and this person would turn it all into words.

I didn't believe it would happen at all. Who would even take on work like that? Listen to me, sort through it, write it up, put chapters together?

Time passed. Today, I talk to an AI. I tell it my stories, and it organizes them and writes them in my own words.

This book is that exact intent.

In Chapter 12, I told you how, with a stone on my heart, I said to myself: "I am going into the spiritual realm." And I promised to explain what that actually was.

It was intent. I didn't understand that word yet back then.

I understood it later, listening to Vadim Zeland's Reality Transurfing. I listened at work, with headphones in. And something enormous was happening to me. I was starting to understand where I kept getting stuck. Why I kept making the same mistakes over and over. Why the same problems went unsolved for years.

Several chapters of it are devoted to intent, and it gives a definition:

Intent is the resolve to have and to act.

Let me say right away what intent is not.

It's not an affirmation, where you repeat some nice-sounding phrase a hundred times. It's not a mantra. It's not a goal, a plan, or a vision. It's not just saying something or writing it down.

Zeland himself writes that the definition doesn't fully capture it. Because the essence of it is subtle. Hard to put into words.

I'll explain it the way I feel it myself.

Intent is an energetic process. In the moment of intent, a person connects with God. They see what they want as already accomplished. As if it had already happened in the future, and they're simply acknowledging it as a fact. They're ready to act. And at the same time, they let go: they relax, trust God, trust the space around them.

Resolve and trust, both at once. I want it, and I let it go.

For me, real intent is almost always accompanied by goosebumps. That's my signal. Every person has their own bodily instrument. When the connection with God is happening, the body tells you: yes, this is it. This is truth.

Here are three of my own intents. Three stories from different years.

The Passport. One day I saw a passport in someone else's hands. Covered edge to edge in visas and stamps. And I said to myself: "I want that too." Goosebumps again, even now, rereading this. Which means it's true.

Today I've got fifty countries behind me.

Morinda. When I joined Morinda, I told myself: "I'm going to be number one in this company."

A year later, I was number one. Forty-seven leaders from another company signed up under me in a single day. The leadership base came together almost instantly.

This wasn't something that came from my head. It was a sincere, vivid, pure intent.

The Book. You already know about this one. You're reading it.

There were surely other intents too. Some I probably don't even remember. Some were spoken so sincerely, so deep inside, that I never even registered them.

So what happened to that intent — the spiritual realm?

The path, as I've said, turned out to be slow. Films, books, teachers who kept changing.

Today I live in Bali. People pray here at every turn, the Balinese have their own rituals, it's a place soaked in prayer. And my mornings now start with practice. A walk, a book, prayer, meditation.

I didn't know how I'd get into the spiritual realm, or with whom. I just said: I'm going.

Now let me show you how this works today. Not twenty years ago — very recently.

These days I'm building my business at MWR Life. And one morning, just waking up, still half-asleep, I was reading Zeland. He writes that you need to mentally picture your target slide — an image of what you want. That's how you recall your intent.

You do these exercises in the morning, still in bed. At that moment, the brain is running in alpha rhythm, and the information gets recorded deeper, reaching down into the subconscious.

And Zeland keeps reminding you: for an intent to take shape in the material world, you need a union of mind and heart. But the exercises he gives are mostly about the mind.

So I asked myself: how do I bring the heart into this?

And I remembered: you need to draw yourself a picture. Or even look at what it actually looks like in reality. What the scene looks like when someone's already earned that rank. The room, the people.

I decided to Google it. I typed in something like: "Black Royal, MWR Life, congratulations on stage for a new achievement."

Black Royal is the top rank at MWR Life.

Google answered with a congratulatory message:

Important. The numbers above aren't a promise of income to you. This is Google's output, pulled together from the company's comp plan, and the comp plan is a public document anyone can download and read. How much you earn depends on your own work, your own growth, and your own decisions. Nobody's promising anybody anything. Me included.

And at the end, Google asked: did I need an official speech?

I answered: yes, I did. A speech for me, Andrey Mudry, at a company event announcing the new rank I'd reached. And I added: except the word "reached" doesn't quite fit here. This is a path of personal and spiritual transformation, and the rank is just a milestone on that path. And I wanted to express gratitude to God for my path, and to my wonderful wife for her love and support.

And I got a speech.

I started reading it, and my body responded instantly. Goosebumps ran up my arms first, then my legs. The further I read, the more of them there were. Soon I had goosebumps all over my body. And without meaning to, I started choking up from everything I was feeling.

Here's that speech.

I'd often heard from teachers: it's not enough to picture the reality you want in your mind. You have to feel it too, on the level of emotion.

And I never fully understood how to actually do that.

Maybe it had never happened to me before because the feelings weren't there. There was no genuine resonance with the intent.

But that morning, I felt it a hundred percent. It felt like this was already an accomplished reality. Like there was no future at all. Like everything was happening right now.

Then I wanted to see it. I typed: "I want to see this. Show me what it'll look like."

And a few seconds later, there was a picture in front of me. A stage, the whole room giving a standing ovation. Me on stage, my wife beside me. Me in a black tuxedo with a red bow tie, her in a gold dress. My hair half gray, a short gray beard, light rimless glasses. And on the banner above the stage: ANDREY MUDRY. And below it: NEW MWR LIFE BLACK ROYAL.

It's still just intent, for now. But I've already seen that room.

Here's what I understood that morning.

Intent is born when the mind and the heart say the same thing. The head draws the picture, and the heart lives inside it. And at that point, the future stops being the future — you're already there.

You can write goals down on paper for years and feel nothing. Or you can truly live your own intent, just once. The kind that gives you goosebumps from head to toe.

You might say: easy for you, you get goosebumps. I don't have anything like that.

Goosebumps are my instrument. You might have your own. Warmth in the chest. Tears. Lightness. A stillness inside. The body always responds to truth somehow. You just have to start listening to it.

And one more thing. Look at your goals in business. Rank, check, team. Do you want them with your head? Or with your heart too?

If it's only your head, that's a plan. A good one, a necessary one. But it's not intent yet.

There's one thing I still think about.

Look at all my intents in a row. The passport. Number one at Morinda. The book. The spiritual realm. Black Royal.

Zeland gave the definition. Google painted the picture. Teachers kept saying: "Feel it."

But when I was looking at someone else's passport, there was no Zeland standing next to me. And when I joined Morinda, nobody told me I'd be number one. And with that stone on my heart, there was nobody next to me at all.

So who was doing this, every single time?

And the goosebumps I keep talking about aren't some small thing, some pretty detail.

They're where the next part of this book begins — the formula. And its first step is state.