I was HQ Accountant, then Head of Finance of the Western European Union. Because we were a small, and therefore necessarily highly polyvalent, International Organisation, I was the only one in the Finance team with military experience, and so wore the Ops Finance hat too. When Albania collapsed in 1997, that meant my previous experience as Cadbury Schweppes Chief Dealer in the Group Treasury, backed by first-hand training by Eddie George and Mervyn King while middle-ranking managers in the Bank of England, was invaluable in restabilising their economy, and then a prestigious pensioner in Malta led to a conversation which went, "Well, strange you should ask. We'd like to join the Euro." Which meant pathfinding their accession. From there, completing Gandhi's unfinished business. That could only be capped by the full eschatology - which duly delivered.
I realised quite early on I'm a generalist by necessity. My degree's in Business Administration and French, but the Eschatology has left me with new discoveries in the roots of the Renaissance, so right now I'm an external researcher and founding member of the Warburg Institute's Esoteric Studies Reading Group, the schola named as The Library of the Weird by the New Yorker. My 1978 undergraduate thesis was a study of Counterpurchase, which earned me an MI5 viva when I investigated the exceptions to the rule and discovered a covert drain on the Warsaw Pact satellite states economies paying for the USSR military. That was unsustainable in the medium term, and the resulting superforecast indicated economic implosion in 1988-9. The metamorphosis happened about five years later, and WEU's new Sherpa wrangler, PA to the Head of Council Secretariat, walked into my life in 1986, in a clarsach adult evening course. We discovered there was something there, so the Secretary General took an interest, and rather than footle around, when he had us at his table at the 1988 Christmas lunch, I came to him on his own ground, giving the heads up on what was still on course. As a result, I was on the must-have list when we moved into full ops mode.
I'm also an occasional participant in Birkbeck College's Weekend University, a group of external students of psychology at undergraduate-masters level. I can generally hold my own at doctoral level, indeed my 2015 paper which attracted governmental interest was in a global resource issue my father had had a hand in forty years before. As a hobby, I used to sing, having been given useful guidance by Brenda Evans, Sir Geraint's lady, and after putting the key under the door of WEU in 2015 became quite proficient, performing at a fairish level. Traumatic experience caused in adolescence put an end to that, so after sitting in on Bessel van der Kalk's Boston Trauma Research Foundation's annual conference (which took me two sittings to get up to speed on, first to identify jargon and stances, second the details), I was in a position to generalise the treatment options and select the best, with a degree of experience from having accidentally healed one instance. I hope to clear the complex mess in a couple of weeks time.
One matter to be clear on, my experience shows that my path was built for me. My brains are there to cope with the adorative side of a very dynamic relationship with the divine, and there's no way I either could or would have put myself on that path. Indeed, when we decided not to, we were corrected, with the finance slot appearing exactly synchronously with my redundancy to the second! That my planning would land me in the setting needed for the future eschatological work, picking up another future staffer on the way, was a typical example of the chain serendipity PastelPetals talked of at the start of this thread. It's not chance at all, of course, just you getting into tune with what you're supposed to ve doing, divine mentoring.