Beats sitting inside staring at a wall under sad little 100 LUX flickering artificial lights. Take your calls outside. Soak up that 5000+ LUX natural light that actually fuels your circadian rhythm and keeps you feeling alive.

Masculine protects, feminine receives but if you’re both running on (pesticide-laced coffee) caffeine, junk food, and 5 hours of sleep, you’re just protecting each other from NOTHING. Build health first. Love thrives when the body does.

Make bread bread again.

Boys VS Men

Once upon a time, there was a Chinese farmer who had a horse. One day, the horse ran away. His neighbors said, “What terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” The next day, the horse returned, bringing with it three wild horses. The neighbors exclaimed, “How wonderful!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” Later that week, the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the wild horses. He was thrown off and broke his leg. The neighbors cried, “How awful!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” Soon after, soldiers came to the village to draft young men into the army. They saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg and passed him by. The neighbors shouted, “How fortunate!” The farmer replied, “Maybe.” This classic parable shows us that you never know what’s truly “good” or “bad” in the grand scheme of life. What seems like a setback could be a setup. What seems like a blessing might bring challenge. Best to stay centered, observe and trust. It’s all good.

Drinking milk and getting liquid 💩? Been there. First off—no, it’s NOT normal. Stop normalizing dysfunction. Just because everyone’s gut is wrecked doesn’t mean yours should be too. Here’s the deal: it’s not the milk—it’s your gut. Most people chug pasteurized, A1, grain-fed garbage and wonder why they’re bloated, cramping, and farting like a diseased cow. The fix? Start slow. A tablespoon of raw A2 milk. Sip it. Breathe. Let your body remember how to adapt. Same goes for raw cheese. These foods aren’t bad, you’re just too disconnected from the bacteria. Diarrhea? Often a detox, not a “stay away for ever” sentence. When I first ate raw meat consistently almost 2 years ago, and raw milk, my body flushed like a broken dam. Now? Pure toilet power. Why? Microbiome recalibration. Even kids with peanut allergies have reversed symptoms by introducing microdoses daily. Your gut works the same. So stop slamming full cups and start like a sane human. Bonus tips: pair with nothing, add enzymes, chew slow, and ditch stress when you eat.

Dr. Masaru Emoto showed the world that water responds to words. Speak love? It forms perfectly symmetrical crystals. Speak hate? It distorts. Now think about what you’re doing when you’re eating… mindlessly scrolling, stressed, or beating yourself up over calories this, ingredients that? That energy imprints into the food and into your cells. It’s not “woo hippy dippy stuff,” it’s resonance. Your nervous system, digestion, and nutrient absorption are all tuned by your state. This Guten Morgen in Vienna, I’m drinking coffee with raw milk, honey, and a mug that literally says “Since you exist, the world is more beautiful.” Cheesy? For sure. Powerful? Absolutely. Because the frequency of your words becomes the frequency of your food. And most people are silently poisoning theirs.

Staying in the same city… Eating the same 4 meals… Walking the same cracked sidewalks… Talking to the same 6 people… It dulls the edges of your spirit. Your brain needs contrast. Neuroplasticity thrives on novelty, not routine. And life loses flavor without surprise. That’s why I travel. Not to escape, but to remember that I’m alive and feel that’s childlike awe again. To rewire old patterns. To let new languages, faces, and smells rewild my nervous system. Stop overdosing on sameness.

So many tears. Laughs. Emotions. As someone who leads retreats & has coached hundreds to optimal health, I know the value of investing in myself and being a student again. Never be the smartest person in the room. I just spent a week immersed in a music residency here in northern Austria, surrounded by wild beauty, deep musicianship, and the kind of honest conversations that cracked my emotion flood gates open (lions, tigers and bears, oh my). This experience rewired something in me. It reminded me that music isn’t just sound. It’s medicine. Vibration is memory. And I sat with myself in soulitude quite a bit during this interactive time, reflecting and FEELING deep. My throat has carried deep layers of unconscious grief, and attachment to others, outcomes, things... wanting to be “seen” — even though it always starts within myself (everything is a reflection of what’s going on inside) Lately I’ve been meeting parts of myself I didn’t expect. Emotions surfacing I thought I’d buried. Not because something’s wrong but because I’m exactly where I need to be. This human experience is wild right?? The mind tries to grip, but emotions steer the wheel. Don’t numb them. Don’t judge them. FEEL them. Move with them. Let them guide you back to truth. It’s never about being “perfect” and never fucking up. It’s about deepening into your most authentic, raw & natural self. FEELING the pain. And letting it go. Because it’s not serving you anymore.

The one you love most will stir the shadows you’ve spent years avoiding. It’s all (pain teaching) love. The love that drags your wounds to the surface so you can actually become the realest, most authentic you.

Running on empty by 2 pm? Then stop being a go go go goofball with nervous system overload. Your brain isn’t wired to grind nonstop. But here’s the fix: just 10–20 minutes of stillness (lying flat, palms up, eyes closed) can reset your entire system. This activates the parasympathetic state lowering cortisol, restoring heart rate variability and boosting mitochondrial energy production. Think of it like shutting down extra browser tabs. Shavasana, Yoga Nidra, even a hammock, no fancy tools, just you and gravity (“if “gravity” is even real). You don’t need caffeine, you need calm.

They don’t hide it. They show you, because they ‘have’ to. It’s not a mistake when Hollywood drops a “virus outbreak” film right before a global pandemic. Or when news anchors mention “climate lockdowns” years before they’re enforced. This is predictive programming. A psychological ritual cloaked in entertainment. At the highest levels of control, it’s demonic in nature because it follows a dark spiritual code: They must tell you what they’re going to do before they do it. That’s their twisted form of “cleansing,” a ritual to shift guilt off their hands. From the eye in the pyramid to the checkerboard floors, symbols flood music videos, media, and political stages. These aren’t coincidences. They’re consent mechanisms. And if we don’t resist, they say the blame is on us for allowing it. Just like in 1968, when a BBC broadcast openly explained how NASA could fake a moon landing using camera tricks and models… The next year? We “landed” on the moon. This isn’t conspiracy. It’s confession. They told us. Will we stop them by living our MOST VITAL & LOVING LIVES?! Don’t cosign your own abuse. Don’t shrug this off as “just how the world is.” Wake up. Question. Protect your sovereignty. If you ignore the signs, you become the ritual!

It’s been going on for years… but lately it’s undeniable. Flash floods. Hail in July. Snow in Tahoe. Earthquakes and strange skies. This isn’t just climate change. It’s geoengineering; weather manipulated on command. Chemtrails, cloud seeding, EMF grids… it’s all by design. A controlled chaos masked as “natural disaster.” The real climate crisis? The one orchestrated from above while they sell you fear and carbon taxes below. You think it’s random? Or part of the plan?

Food combining isn’t a strict rule but it’s a helpful principle I often follow. I usually eat fruit alone or first thing, since it digests faster than fats and proteins. When mixed, sugars from fruit can ferment behind slower-digesting foods, leading to gas, bloating, or sluggish digestion. It’s not about fear it’s about basic physiology. Glucose and fructose are rapidly absorbed, so stacking them on top of steak or eggs slows the process, disrupting insulin and gut flow. When I separate fruit from heavier meals, my digestion feels clean, energy steady, and blood sugar more balanced. Try it and tune into your own body. It’s subtle, but the shift is real.

Friendly Reminder: Big Harma doesn’t love you. Nature does.

I used to obsess over every bite. No nuts, no greens, no grains… because some health guy said so. It drove me mad. My gut didn’t heal from restriction, it healed when I stopped fearing food and tuned into what felt right for me. Now in Europe, I savor a damn good chocolate croissant, walk the streets, and feel more vibrant than ever. And blue light after dark? It’s fine occasionally too. Get out of your own way. LIVE without being so critical on yourself. Flexibility & sovereignty = VITALITY.

Woke up at 7am in Prague. Got in my meditation and Qi Gong in the hotel. Packed and ready, lugging over 70 pounds of bags, groceries, gear. Train leaves at 8:20am for Austria. I’m feeling goooood. Call an Uber thinking it’ll be fast like usual (nope). 15-minute wait. By the time it arrives, the clock’s ticking hard. We drive through morning traffic, and I get dropped with about 10 minutes left. I’m soaked in sweat already. Inside the massive station—everything’s in Czech. I can’t read anything. I’m darting around, trying to decipher signs while dragging my luggage. Finally I see the train platform in the distance… I sprint, body overheating, heart racing, only to watch the train pull off right in front of me!! I take a moment, breathe. Then head toward the nearby bus station, walking with all my stuff under the rising sun. About halfway there, I see a Lime scooter. I used the app back in Berlin. Quick unlock. I’m rolling again gripping all my heavy shit 😂 But Prague has this designated parking zone rule. I’m mid-stress, trying to lock the scooter, app glitching, no zones in sight. Finally find one, ditch it, and make it to the bus station. Another $80 down. I ask about my bus, looking for signs, but it already left. Now I’m $130 in the hole between that and the train. I’m dripping in sweat, yogurt exploded in my bag, navigating a foreign city with everyone rushing around me like I’m invisible. I decide to take the metro back to the main station. This time, I’m early. Regulated. Not frazzled. Just aware. And that’s why I live healthy. Why I train, eat right, and sharpen my nervous system. Not for looks. For moments like this. When life is WILD, and I can still breathe through it. You can’t always control what hits you. But you can choose how strong and clear you meet it.

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Nothing says “I own this life” like walking around the house naked all day.

You might be posting, sharing truth, showing up for your vision and SEEING NO ENGAGEMENT. Or worse, getting a nasty comment or weirdo passive hate (like this message and comment today 😂😂) Let me say this clearly: Not getting comments doesn’t mean your content sucks. Getting hate doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong. In fact, it means you’re ON the path. It’s all just energy, and energy can be transmuted. Every triggered comment, every weird DM, even the lack of engagement is part of the early stages of posting. The worst trap is overthinking what people might be thinking. Your mind creates a whole audience of imaginary critics when really, most people are just scrolling, silently and mindlessly watching. You do not know what anyone thinks and it doesn’t matter. What matters is if your message is TRUE and your quality is dialed in, your time is coming. I was under 3k followers for years. Little engagement. But I posted almost every day. Refined my craft and focused on the few who did engage. Now millions and millions on all platforms have seen my posts. Just keep going. Create. Refine. Stay consistent. That’s what separates winners from losers in ALL walks of life. Musicians, content creators, business owners racking in millions of dollars, artists…. skillful leaders in ANY craft. Consistency is it.