S3.C19. Clarity in the Unknown
Real Life Discussion - Documentary -
Chapter 1: The trial
It was a quiet Tuesday evening when Dien logged in. The screen flickered. A familiar voice greeted him.
“Hello, Mr. Dien,” DAV79 said, with his usual calm.
This wasn’t an ordinary meeting. Not a follow-up. Not a project update.
This was something else.
Dien had been hesitant. He had an idea—an important one. But it didn’t feel ready. His instincts, sharpened by years of one-on-one work, told him to wait.
To understand more before acting.
To see the path before taking the step.
But DAV had called the meeting anyway.
“So,” Dien asked, voice careful, “what is my role in this?”
DAV didn’t blink. He leaned in, looked straight through the camera, and replied:
“Think of us as the hospital. And you—the doctor.”
There was a pause.
Then a breath.
It wasn’t the answer Dien expected, but it made sense. DAV was offering structure. A system. A vessel to hold what Dien did best: deep, intuitive healing - one rooted in esoteric energy systems. But that vessel wasn’t built for 1-on-1s. It couldn’t be. Not in the world they were operating in now. Scalability was key.
Dien’s way was precise. Personal.
He worked with people’s energies, patterns, subtle shifts in presence.
He couldn’t imagine putting that into a group setting—not without losing its soul.
But DAV’s way wasn’t about dilution. It was about scale without compromise.
“Five parents,” DAV said. “Just five. Five questions. That’s all we need. We will need to work around the time and how we give them time to respond”
He wasn’t chasing mass engagement. He wasn’t selling anything. He wanted sparks—unfiltered, honest, real-time moments where ideas collided, and people saw themselves more clearly.
“Let them speak. Let them share what’s real. Then we respond. You with your energy lens. Me with the mindset lens. Together, we hold the space.” replied DAV79.
Dien nodded slowly. He understood the format. But something still gnawed at him.
What if they didn’t get it?
What if no one believed in it?
What if it was boring?
He voiced it aloud: “What if… they get nothing out of this?”
DAV smiled. The kind of smile that comes not from confidence, but from years of falling, failing, and still showing up.
“We’re not here to prove,” he said. “We’re here to spark.”
He leaned back, tone now softer.
“I’ve trained people in the wild—on the edges of China and Mongolia. I’ve pushed minds beyond what they thought possible. This?” He laughed lightly. “This is just another border. Another unknown.”
Dien listened, eyes narrowed, curiosity flickering behind them.
And then DAV added what mattered most:
“The only thing missing is imagination.”
“You want a script. But a script won’t help us here. We could do it - but it wouldnt help - we are researches and this cannot be premedidated.
What we need is presence. And our maximum energy.
Can you imagine a room where you speak from your depth of perspective—not to teach, but to connect?
Where a mother breaks down because her child no longer talks to her,
And you, with your voice, your presence, become the key?”
Dien didn’t answer right away. He was quiet—but not doubtful.
He was imagining.
A format that wasn’t a workshop, but a conversation.
A session that wasn’t designed, but discovered in the moment.
A rhythm that wasn’t led by curriculum, but anchored in truth.
He looked back at the screen.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s try.”
And just like that, a new experiment began.
One part energy | One part mindset | All parts human.
And if they could hold the tension of difference—without running, scripting, or retreating—maybe, just maybe…. We could inspire others without telling them exactly how we work. We might be able to reach out subconcious.
They’d give people something they hadn’t felt in a long time. May be a chance to speak - may be a chance to ask or may be a chance to listen. We would be waiting to take these and fill the void with our energy - combining the thoughts of the mind.
Something real.
As the meeting wrapped, something subtle had shifted. There was no grand declaration. No lightning bolt of certainty. Just a quiet, emerging clarity.
One that said:
We’re not here to sell perfection. We’re here to run the experiment.
And that’s how DAV79 operated best:
In the fog.
In the flux.
Where clarity is earned—not given. “I will connect with you when you are ready” - he told Dien. Dien smiled and felt peaceful.