Did you ever hear the story of the Japanese youth who wanted to be a master swordsman. He did it, because the only training he ever received was probably the most ferocious you could get... his master used to hide and spring out at him, just when he least expected it. Asleep? Thwaaak? Cooking? Thwaaak... after a while he developed extraordinary reflexes just to avoid the beatings. And thus he became an extraordinary warrior. But it took courage to continue. There's a sweet echo of this training in the surprisingly good remake of the Karate Kid staring Will Smith's son, which you should check out.
I remember as a TM teacher teaching this disturbing couple of elderly women with a particular unpleasant aura around them - they were witches. "How was it?" was my standard question after their first meditation. One replied with this lengthy stream of total imagination: "I was on a boat in a lake and the great masters were there, throwing petals at us and etc etc etc." TM teachers were supposed to stick to a simple script so the only reply I could come up with was "It was easy, yes?" She looked at me as if I were mad. She came from that generation of people who were obsessed with channelled messages from supposedly higher beings who normally ended up with the vaguest of platitudes (to the tune of "Be Ye kind to one another"). Forget messages. Forget all that. Don't build your own empire. You are heading beyond such silliness. You are not the Chosen One!!